Tempting Touch

Dañte

Malyshka, you can call me sir any time you feel like it. I forgot you're the perfect sub."

The instant I say that, I know she's thinking of the threesome she saw at her first campus party. The girl was tied up. The way Willow watched the trio in open fascination made me think she was curious about all of it-to be shared and tied up while being shared.

"I'm still not sharing you," I inform her, repeating what I said that night. "I'm tying you up, though. The dom in me won't be able to resist."

Her cheeks redden fiercely. "You're crazy."

We've had this crazy conversation too many times before, and we both know the answer. But I'll play-harder.

"How about you put that mouth of yours to better use? My dick misses those lips."

"Fuck you."

"No, but I'll happily fuck you."

Scowling, she makes the mistake of trying to walk away. I allow her one step before I reach for her and hoist her over my shoulder.

She shrieks and starts pounding my back with her little fists. As if that will help set her free.

"Put me down, you asshole!"

"No, I haven't started to get nasty with you yet."

I set her down on the bed and pinned her arms above her head, locking her in with my body pressed against hers so she couldn't move. Or rather, she does move, but it's against me, and I'm sure she can feel the length of my arousal poking into her belly.

"You're being a complete dick."

I widen my smile. "And you're wet for me, Malyshka. I can smell your sweet cunt."

She looks at me like I've lost my mind. "I'm not wet."

I might believe her if raw desire weren't raging in her eyes like wildfire, begging me to take her. Like a moth to a flame, it draws me closer to her lips.

The scent of her arousal is making my mouth water, and I can almost taste her delicious nectar.

"What did I tell you about lying to me? I know you're wet for me, Willow. Are you aching for me to touch you the way I did last time? Are you aching to have my cock inside you?"

The blood drains from her cheeks, and her lips part. Before she can protest, I take full advantage of the flimsy dress she's wearing and push it up to her waist so I can find her panties.

I cup her pussy and press into her mound, making her moan. With the flick of a finger, I move the lace away and push inside her slick, wet opening.

Holy fuck, she's soaked.

I want to gloat and bask in the triumph of feeling her wet pussy, but fuck, the joke's on me because her desire is intoxicating. I'm addicted to it, and I want more.

She gasps when I push deeper, starting a slow thrust as a reminder of how good my dick will feel inside her.

"Are you ready to tell me how badly you want me yet?" I kiss her cheek, driving my finger into her tight pussy faster and harder. "Right now, I'm contemplating whether I should bend you over and fuck you into submission, or watch you try to resist your desire for me until you lose."

"Bas...tard..." She cries out a loud moan of pleasure, arching her back and pressing her breasts into my hard chest.

Her tight little nipples feel like razor-sharp peaks, begging to be sucked. I plan to do just that, but I need to taste her first.

"It's okay to want me, Willow. You're mine. Now give yourself to me."

With that, I crush my lips to hers and kiss her hard.

It takes nanoseconds to screw myself over as the kiss becomes all-consuming and I feast on her like I'm devouring an exquisite meal.

My poor Malyshka tries to hold on to that willpower of hers. I give her credit for her attempt, but the effects of the kiss capture her, too. I feel the moment her resolve weakens and she kisses me back with the same hunger I feel, giving herself to me.

Sweeping my tongue over hers, I explore her sweet mouth, relishing the taste I've longed for, for what's felt like eons.

But I want to see her eyes, the windows to her soul. So, I pull out of the kiss and gaze into them, feeling triumph surge through me when I see exactly what I want to see-it's her. The no-holds-barred version of her who gave herself to me.

I have her back. Back to where we were when we were last in this bed.

"More?" I ask, finger-fucking her. "Do you want me to give you more, Willow?"

I want to hear her say it.

"Yes..." Her breath hitches. "More."

WILLOW

Say it again," Dante demands, thrusting his fingers mercilessly in and out of my pussy. "Tell me you want more."

As his eyes roam down my body, the intensity of lust in his gaze sets me on fire. 

"More...please. I want more." I hear the voice that sounds like mine plead.

Each word is spoken loud and clear, filled with desire. Except I'm having difficulty believing that I'm saying those things, and in that sultry voice which makes me sound like I'm begging.

Am I begging?

Begging is what you do when you desperately need something. Since desperate is exactly how I feel, I think I can agree that I'm begging.

Shame fills me at the confirmation. Even if I were to lie to myself, the growing wetness between my legs is a testament that I want him to fuck me.

Damn it to hell. I hate him for this feeling and his control over me.

I fucking hate him for weakening me to this pitiful state, yet I want him so badly it hurts.

Staring back at him, I want to scream, I hate you, but I love you!

And that makes no damn sense. Nothing does.

It's like I'm two different people. One version is the girl from earlier who was looking for a way out of this mess. The other doesn't want him to stop touching her.

That's the dangerous side of me weakening the other to cave to temptation.

It doesn't take much for me to go tumbling into the arms of temptation when he presses his massive erection harder into my belly and thrusts another finger into my pussy.

As he pumps deeper inside me, raw pleasure crashes into my body. It unlocks more desire, which pours out of me on a tidal wave of bliss.

When I arch my back again, rubbing my pussy against his hand, he releases my arms.

This is the moment when I should do something to get away from him. I should move or try to push him off me.

But I don't.

I don't fucking do anything besides shock myself further by staying where I am, locked in the pleasure he's giving me.

I would have bet all I owned that I would flee out of his arms the first chance I got. Good thing I didn't because I would have lost all my possessions the same way I'm losing my mind.

Just as I'm about to savour the elation from his thrusts, he catches my throat,