I'm not a brat, I'm very well behaved [R18] 2
Her heart thumped. Her thighs were wet, and her body ached for his touch, his heat.
His lips brushed the back of her ear. "I won't promise to be gentle."
The tension in his words made her shiver.
Despite all his teasing and extraordinary control...
He'd been waiting two weeks, too. Two weeks of wanting to fuck, of waiting and not being allowed. He wanted her, and he needed to fuck her as much as she needed it from him.
"Then don't be."
His fingers dug into her hair, tugging hard and pulling her head back.
She whimpered, her body arching, her hips rising.
She was so ready. So needy. Her pussy ached and her body trembled, her skin flushed with need, her breath coming in quick, short gasps.
She felt his fingers trail up her spine, over the curve of her shoulder, and to the front of her neck.
"Open your mouth." His words were a low growl, his voice soft and sensual, and his hand was gentle on her throat.