And again....
He pulls back.
The sound that leaves me isn't graceful. It's raw, frustrated and.... Almost broken.
"Why?" My eyes stinging suddenly. "Why are you doing this?"
He brushes his thumb lightly across my thigh, maddeningly gentle.
"Because you need to remember," he says quietly.
"Remember what?" My voice shakes. "That you can control me?"
My chest heaves. My body is still buzzing from the denied release, my nerves hypersensitive, skin almost aching from all the abrupt stops.
He waits.
Just long enough for me to calm again.
And then he begins a fourth time.
By now, my body is exhausted but wired. Every touch feels super sensitive, Every brush of his hand sets off sparks that border on painful.
I'm too sensitive.
My muscles tighten faster than before, the build yp is quicker, more intense and less forgiving. Tears spill from the corners of my eyes without me meaning them to.
"Zane, please," I choke out.
He doesn't stop, his fingers relentlessly fuck my pussy.
