Her eyes flashed, a split second of warning before she let go of the headboard and slapped him, right across the face.

She hadn’t pulled it—which he supposed was fair, as he never did—and he swore he felt his teeth rattle as his head snapped around. Delight made him grin into her terrified eyes. “You want to play rough?” he asked, grinding the words out, then grabbed her flailing hands and pinned them on either side of her head. “Bring it on, sweetheart.”

She was struggling beneath him now, twisting and bucking to try to dislodge him. He dragged her hands above her head, pinning her wrists in one hand and bracing the other on the headboard. He leaned his weight into her, fucking her harder as the telltale tingle rose in his balls. He was going to come soon, too soon to wait for her. He hammered into her, racing selfishly for his own orgasm, and when it hit and he began coming inside her in long, heavy spurts, she let out a wail that could’ve woken the dead.

He ignored it, ignored her struggles and her curses, focused on wringing every last drop of pleasure out of his release, and when he stopped moving, still buried inside her, he grinned at the look on her face.

“If looks could kill,” he said, and laughed when her eyes narrowed. “What’s the matter, sweetheart? Did you want to come again?”

“Get off me,” she ground out, furious and aroused and all but spitting at him.

“Sorry, no can do.” He swiveled his hips slowly, keeping him half-hard inside her. He wasn’t done, not by a long shot. “Never let it be said I left a lady hanging.”

“Don’t!” she choked out, yanking at her arms when he put his free hand between her legs.

“Don’t what, sugar?” he drawled. “Don’t this?”

He flicked her clit and she jerked, her cunt clenching around his still embedded cock. “Yeah, you like that. Tell you what, sweetheart. If you beg me, I’ll make you come one more time.”

She shook her head and yanked at her arms. “No.”

He tightened his grip on her wrists, pressing them into the mattress, and flicked her clit again. “Beg me.”

“Fuck you.”

He grinned at the way her voice caught on the words. “I know you’re trying to be defiant, sweet cheeks, and it’s admirable. Really. But you just sound needy.”

He lowered himself to whisper in her ear, his bigger body pinning her down. “Needy and desperate.”

She twisted under him, rubbing her breasts against his chest as her pussy rippled around his dick, which was recovering quicker than he’d anticipated. “Please,” she whined.

“Not until you beg. Come on, sugar. Four little words. ‘Please make me come’. I know you can do it.”