He angled his hips to shove his hand between them. Her pussy was soaking wet now, from her arousal and his come, so he traced his fingers through the puddle and moved them to her clit.

She whined and jerked, her cunt spasming on his cock. At this rate, by the time she got around to begging, he’d be ready to fuck again. He slid his fingers over her clit for the pleasure of watching her flinch, then began to circle it gently. She relaxed, relief coming into her eyes, but he knew that the gentle touch would soon be more frustrating than soothing.

He was counting on it.

Sure enough, she began to squirm under him, trying to press up into his hand. He stilled his fingers when her hips arched up, only resuming the soft, teasing strokes when she subsided. She’d lay still for a moment, quivering with need, until it became too much to bear and her hips surged up again, seeing deeper contact. Then he’d back off, waiting until she was still again before resuming.

Over and over, the pattern repeated. Her skin grew damp with sweat, her breasts flushed. Her pupils were so big they looked blown, her iris only a thin ring of greenish gold around them. She was so far gone he was having to frequently stop stroking to keep her from going off, and still her lips remained firmly clamped shut.

His own need was ramping up, making it harder to concentrate. Her cunt was so wet it literally squished around his cock, the sound obscene. His dick felt raw, like one big exposed nerve, and even though he wasn’t moving inside her, he could feel himself drawing impossibly closer to a climax.

Which he couldn’t have until she got off, and she was being remarkably stubborn. He was going to have to take drastic measures.

“You gonna beg or not?” he asked.

“Never,” she croaked even as her hips rolled under him, robbing the vow of its punch.

“Oh, you’ll beg,” he assured her. He pulled his hand away from her clit, grinning when she whimpered in protest. He lifted his hand so she could see it glistening with their combined fluids, then shoved his fingers into her open mouth.

Her head jerked in an instinctive protest even as her lips closed around him and she began to suck.

“That’s it,” he ground out, forcing his hips to remain still. If he started fucking her, she’d go off like a rocket, and he still needed her to beg. “Suck me clean, baby. All the way, there’s a good slut.”

He shoved his fingers to the back of her throat, just enough to make her gag. He pulled free and laid his spit-shined fingers on her breast. “Beg.”

“No,” she wheezed, then let out a scream when he slapped her breast hard, then grabbed her nipple and squeezed.