Wetness pooled between my legs at his threat. I bit my lip and shivered from the thought of him fucking me over and over again. It might have been winter, but my room was fully heated up and every word of his made my goosebumps form and intensify.

“I’m not yours. We’re just associates.” I spread my legs open for him to get a full view of me.

He bent down with no hesitation and licked me up and down. “You say you’re not mine, but how’s it you drip for me and me alone?” He snaked his hands under me and yanked me by my legs to him.

Half moaning, half yelping, I knew I was done for.

He licked. He kissed. He sucked. He drove me wild without even giving me so much as a finger to enjoy.

He pulled me even closer. “You say you’re not mine, but I’m the only one to ever touch you. To taste you. To fuck you.”

I was speechless. He was claiming me as his, but we were working together.  Everything was so complicated.

“Tell me it’s not true, Blondie.”

I met his gaze, his eyes daring me to tell him no one more time. If I did, he’d just prove to me that he was right. If I told him I was his, it would be my undoing. I kept silent.

Eyes wild with the fire that burned within him, he crawled up and positioned himself above me. His gaze softened just by a hair as he took in my face and kissed my forehead.

“Tell me something.”

“What?”

“Anything,” he whispered.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet.”

He slipped out of the rest of his clothes and lined himself up with my entrance. The tip slid up and down and my hips followed it, silently begging him to be inside me. He cocked his head and smiled at me, knowing full well what I wanted.

“Put it in,” I groaned.

“Ask me nicely.” Another graze upward.

“Please,” I gritted, “put it in.”

He wasted no time pushing his cock completely into me and we both sighed in relief. Small, slow thrusts started us off with him still on top of me. Moving my legs, he wrapped them around his waist. “Do you know what you do to me?”

I panted, trying to keep pulling him in. The way he felt made me feel feral. “I think I can relate.”

In response, he thrust into me harder, letting me feel the entire size of his cock before thrusting again. “Do you? Because I imagine being inside of you for the better part of my day. Associate or not, I’m addicted, and I won’t stop.”

“Then don’t.”