"Oh my God... it’s huge!"
"I know, I know," I grinned, my pride rising alongside the blood in the veins of my shaft.
I let Joyce’s eyes feast on the sight of my rod of judgnt, thick and throbbing with a life of its own right before her face. "Tell , Joyce... does your ’mighty’ husband have anything even half as impressive as this?"
Joyce jerked her head to the side, desperate to avert her gaze, but she couldn’t hide the way her breath hitched.
"Can... you... get off of now?" Her voice was a re shadow of its forr self, cracked and lacking every ounce of that warrior confidence she wore like armor in the stadium.
"Are you sure about that?" I asked, lowering my body until the heat of my cock was a re whisper away from her skin. As she instinctively pulled her knees up, I slotted myself perfectly between her thighs. The heavy, throbbing head of my mber brushed against the fabric of her trousers, right over her mounting heat.
I didn’t give her a chance to answer. I pinned her wrists back over her head with one hand, while the other began a slow, torturous crawl. I started at her navel, circling the sensitive skin there before moving up to the firm, delicious ridges of her abs. She was built for power, and the feeling of her toned, quivering stomach beneath my palm was exciting.
She bit her lip so hard I thought it might bleed, her head thrashing against the pillow. The bickering had died out; now, only soft, helpless moans escaped her throat.
"You’re so damn horny, Joyce," I whispered, my breath a hot, humid gale against the shell of her ear. "You’re dying to feel this inside you. You want to be filled, don’t you?"
She shook her head ’no,’ a final, pathetic spark of stubbornness.
I ignored the lie and reached for the buttons of her combat trousers.
Pop. Pop.
I slid the zipper down with a slow rasp that sounded like a roar in the quiet room.
"What are you doing?!" she gasped, her eyes snapping back to mine.
"Undressing you," I said casually. "Try to keep up."
I let go of her arms. I didn’t need to hold her anymore—the Sexdusa and her own arousal were doing the heavy lifting. I knelt at the foot of the bed and began untying her heavy boots. When I pulled them off, I couldn’t help but chuckle.
"For such a fierce hunter, you have remarkably dainty feet, Joyce."
"Don’t mock !" she growled, though it sounded more like a plea. "And stop undressing !"
"Then stop ," I challenged, my hands moving to the waistband of her trousers and slowly peeling them down over her hips. "You’re not pinned. You could fight back. You could scream for the guards and tell them I’m rapping you. Why aren’t you?"
Her brow furrowed in a mask of tortured pride. "Scream? ? A warrior of Ares does not scream!"
"Fine then, Warrior. Tonight, I’m taking what I want."
As I pulled the heavy fabric down, she actually lifted her pelvis voluntarily to help strip her faster. The irony was delicious. She wanted this more than she admitted.
I slid the trousers off one leg, then the other, tossing them into the corner of the room.
Now, she lay before in nothing but her black lace panties. I felt a surge of triumph as I looked at the gusset; a large, dark damp spot had blood across the lace, glistening with her overflowing love juices.
"You’re not just wet, Joyce. You’re drenching my bedsheets," I murmured.
I began massaging her inner thighs, my thumbs brushing the edge of the lace. She let out a jagged moan, her hips bucking upward into my hand as I grazed her cunt slightly.
"Wow... look at you," I taunted, my fingers now stroking directly over the soaked lace. "You know, if you beg ... I might actually consider fucking you."
She snapped her head up, glaring at in disbelief. "What? You’re the one who dragged here! The hunger was written all over your face! Now you want ** to beg?"
I shrugged, leaning back on my heels. "I’m a handso, powerful man. I can find a hundred won to satisfy . But you? You’re stuck waiting years for so spineless noble husband to rember you even exist. I’m the best thing that’s happened to your bed in a decade."
Joyce’s teeth gritted. She knew l was telling the truth, but...
"You’re chickening out, aren’t you?" She forced a wide, mocking grin, trying to flip the script. "You’re afraid you won’t last ten seconds inside ! You’re nothing but a pathetic boy playing at being a man!"
I chuckled softly. "Reverse psychology? Really? That’s the best you’ve got?"
"Excuses!" she spat, her voice thick with lust. "I expected you would ruin , but it turns out you’re just a coward! A pussy!"
My eye twitched. I knew what she was doing, but the sight of her quivering, half-naked body was making my patience wear thin. "So, you were looking forward to being rapped by , huh? You might be a warrior out there, but in this room, you’re going to be my good girl."
I grabbed my engorged shaft and rested the burning head directly against her wet panties. She shivered violently as I stroked it up and down, teasing her swollen clit through the fabric. The room was filled with the wet sounds of my cock sliding against her soaked lace, coating the head in her slimy, sweet-slling essence.
I finally reached down and hooked a finger under the lace, pulling it aside to reveal her glistening, dripping slit. I ran the head of my cock up and down her slippery labia and up to her clit, then agonizingly slowly—pushed just the tip inside.
An inch in. An inch out.
Her breath turned into a series of rapid, shallow hitches. Her hips surged upward, trying to bury deep inside her, desperate for the fullness her body was screaming for. But just as she reached the peak of her effort, I pulled back completely.
She let out a long, hollow groan of pure disappointnt.
"Tell , Joyce... how does it feel? Pretty sweet, isn’t it?" I asked, my voice smug.
"No!" she rasped, her face twisted in frustration. "You pulled out because you were about to cum, didn’t you? Two-minute man!"
I had to admire her spirit. Even while dripping and desperate, she was still trying to goad . But I wasn’t going to break. I wasn’t giving her a drop of satisfaction until she admitted she needed it.
Until she begged.
TBC
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