Good Girl

Cathleen's jaw tightened, and she gritted her teeth as Xavier's fingers glided over her skin. She held herself back, resisting the urge to give in to the overwhelming feeling of pleasure. He enjoyed the resistance she put up and the battle between them as she fought against him. But he knew it wouldn't last for long.

"Fuck," the word hissed out between her teeth—a half curse, half sigh—as he withdrew from her most sensitive spot, only to invade her with a sudden thrust. His fingers curled inside her, an unspoken invitation to succumb. Cathleen’s body betrayed her with a shudder, slick warmth coating his probing digits.

"Mmm, it feels like you want my dick in you right now, Cat." Xavier's voice dripped with taunting arrogance. "Do you want me to fuck you? Bend you over?"

Silence hung, broken only by her stifled whimper. Her silence was submission enough for now.

As he observed her, Xavier couldn't help but notice the quickening rise and fall of her chest, a clear sign of her arousal de