Trent (Redemption Romance Book 4) by Anna Scott

think you have. Were you touching your tight little pussy before you went to sleep?”
    She took a moment to catch her breath, as I pushed my thick cock between her ass cheeks and stroked along the crease. I needed the relief. I was so turned on, I was about to split my skin. I didn’t know if I had ever been so hard in my life.
    “No, I didn’t. I promise I didn’t touch it. Please, don’t punish me.” She pleaded, playing right into my little game.
    We were both a bit twisted and totally kinky, though neither of us had a specific fetish, not one I’d found anyway. We switched it up. I tied her up. She tied me up. I played dominant, and so did she. We made up crazy little scenarios and acted them out, we both loved sex. We liked to keep it fresh and fun, and we liked to keep each other guessing.
    I wasn’t exactly sure what character she was playing in her head since we hadn’t talked about it before. Sometimes we planned it out and sometimes, we just rolled with it. This time, we were rolling with it, though I was taking on the role of the dominant older man of some kind, I just didn’t know who. What I knew for sure, was that I was going to fuck her and fuck her hard. She loved it and got off on it, and so did I.
    “I think you’re lying. Do you know what happens to girls who lie?”
    Amber’s entire body trembled. I knew she was getting more excited by the second. My dick was stroking over her swollen folds, but not pushing inside. I purposely pressed her clit with the head of my cock a couple of times too. Each time I did, she almost went off, but sadly for her, I stopped just before she fell over the edge.
    “No, I don’t know, but I think I should be allowed to touch it if I want. It is mine, after all.” She responded with just the perfect amount of attitude. She was purposely goading me, knowing what mood I was in. She was trying to get a reaction out of me.
    “I think if you touch it yourself, maybe that’s all you should get. How about that?” I asked, taking one of her wrists and pulling it down, so her fingers could reach her clit.
    Her hip lifted just enough so her hand could slip between her body and the bed. As she moved her fingers into position, she began to rub. I could feel her movements, and the tips of her fingers brushed my dick. She was eagerly searching for the climax I had been withholding from her. Amber reached down further and began to scratch my balls lightly with her fingernails.
    The unexpected sensation had me bucking forward just as I’d been caressing her little rosette with the head of my cock. As my hips bucked, I pressed into her there a little more than I’d intended. When she didn’t protest, I wondered if that would be something she’d let me do someday.
    Since my hand was free once more, I pulled my hips back, so I could dislodge her fingers and focused on her once again.
    “Uh uh, you bad girl, I told you to touch yourself, not me.” I mock-scolded her, trying to remember what I was doing at that moment, trying to stay in character.
    “Oh, sorry, my finger slipped,” she lied.
    “Oh really? Then why did you keep touching me?”
    She shrugged one shoulder, just before I used my finger to thrust hers into her cunt.
    “Such a sweet, tight little pussy you have here. Do you like to finger it?”
    I felt Amber’s exuberant nod as I moved my mouth to kiss and lick her shoulder, up over the curve of her beautiful long neck to nibble the soft flesh of her earlobe.
    I pressed my cock forward again, moving the head over the skin of her hand and pressing in just a little at the already full pussy. One of my fingers and one of Amber’s were currently fucking her pussy together. I could feel how wet she was as her juices dripped and ran down my hand and coated the skin of my dick as I moved it down and between her clit and the bed.
    “I like to be bad,” Amber whispered with a good amount of smart ass in her voice.
    “You like to touch this pussy?” I asked, my