“I’m okay with you being on top, Princess, if that’s what you want. But we both know you'd prefer it if I took you from behind, pulling your hair while calling you a good slut.”

Chapter 11

Elis

Fuck, she was so beautiful. Not attractive in the traditional sense, but fucking beautiful. So stunning that she could make the damn sun look dim.

I watched her chest heave at my words. Focusing on her perfect fucking tits and hard nipples through her thin shirt. I didn’t wait for her to respond, moving my mouth to her hardened peak and biting down. It wasn’t hard, but it had enough force to get her attention.

‘Elis!” she screamed.

If I could’ve gotten harder, I would have, as I heard her shout my name in agony.

My hands flew to her throat, her soft flesh so vulnerable to my touch. I squeezed as I glared up at her. Her eyes were wide with horror, but her hands remained limp by her sides. She made no attempt to move or attack me. There was an audible pop from my mouth as I abandoned her nipple. Keeping the pressure on her neck, I pushed her until she was underneath me.

I smirked as she arched her back while my free hand roamed her body, and I cupped her pussy. “Ever come while you’re struggling to breathe?”

Her body squirmed against me, the heat of her pussy calling to my cock like a siren as she shook her head no.

I moved down her body. Her pants weren’t zipped up, and I easily pulled them down, exposing her wet panties. Kissing around her mound, I moved toward her slit and inhaled. Intoxicating—that was the only way one could describe the scent of Devlynn’s pussy. Her legs shook slightly as my tongue swiped along her slit. Her ankles crossed as her thighs gripped my head holding me where she wanted me, basking in her cunt.

“Thought you weren’t into this, Princess.”

“Shut up,” she croaked, unable to speak properly with the pressure I placed on her delicate throat.

My hand connected to her pussy with a slap. Her body jolted and she moaned, her hips circling wildly. “Tut, tut, Devlynn. If you want to come, I suggest you show some manners.”

My index and middle finger held her delicate clit between them and pinched. I applied maximum pressure, wanting her to be confused and unsure if she was experiencing pain or pleasure. “You’re not the one giving the orders here. Look at you, Princess. Imagine if one of your socialite friends saw you now, looking like a desperate whore, with your legs around a low life, desperate for him to make you come any way he chooses.”