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I can see the way she’s gritting her jaw She tilts herself forward even etting frustrated that I’ her like I did before She hates me, I see it all over her face, and there’s a part of me that loves that Hate has fire and passion and is ten ti than bland ambivalence I can make her hate ht, we ht not survive it

But I’ to risk the burn

“Beg me,” I say

“What?” Her voice is nothing more than breath

“Beg me to make you come”

There’s that anger again, but her pussy squeezes down on me like on instinct She likes the idea, even if she desperately doesn’t want to admit it “I will not”

I grab the back of her neck and pull her close “Then why did your body react? You think I can’t feel that when I’ me”

“You’re a bastard”

“Yes, I a to do it”

She shakes her head, but her pussy clenches again, and I know she won’t be able to resist er Especially when I slip my free hand under her skirt and brush my thumb over her clit in soft circles It’s swollen with desire, and even the light touch makes her jump

I draw her even closer and pressher er to make you come”

Moving faster again, her grip tightens onanything “Beg me”

Her lips open with a groan, and I think that she’s going to say no again, but she doesn’t One breathy word “Please”