Survive for Me (Broken Bounty #2)

by Ember Nicole

“Just fuck me, you egotistical shithead,” she said and dug her fingernails into my back to try to pull me back down on top of her. “Fuck yourself,” I said and smiled again. “J—.” “Go ahead. Teach me. If you’re better than I am, show me what you need, Triss.” Neither of us moved, and she ended up adorably uncomfortable with every second that passed in the silence. I leaned back down to talk right into her ear, and she tried desperately to arch her back enough to get her breasts pressed against me. “Do it your-fucking-self, Fancy Face,” I whispered. “And then you can have what you really want. Touch yourself, and then you can have me. I’m not touching your clit again until you do,” I said and raised up off of her again. “I’ll fuck your mouth,” I said and slid my fingers over her lips. “I’ll fuck your tits.” I moved that hand down between her breasts. “I’ll fuck your ass. But I’m not giving you what you want until you do it yourself first, baby.” She was every bit as fucking stubborn as I was, and finding out if my willpower was strong enough to outlast hers was my favorite game. She locked her jaw into place and her eyes narrowed when she shifted just enough to drag her hand all the way down the center of her body. I was not at all prepared for that sight alone to have me nearly coming right in my jeans before she ever touched me, or even herself. “What name should I be screaming?” She whispered. “Probably not Kyle, right?” This little fucking menace. I forced myself to chuc...