“Beg for it,” he growled, eyes locked on mine with that predatory glint, but I wasn’t about to fold—I ground down harder on his throbbing cock, my slick folds dragging along his length in slow circles, spanking his thigh sharp and playful , leaving a red handprint blooming on his skin as retaliation. He flipped me sudden onto my back like I weighed nothing, his hands pinning my thighs wide open, hovering over me with his thick cock slapping wet against my swollen clit—smack, smack, ...