"I... I was just—"
"Shhh... not another word."
Oh lord! The sound of Ares’s sleepy voice was something else entirely. It was deeper, and his chest vibrated along with it.
It was enough to get me fucking pregnant!
I sucked in breath when Ares’ hand cupped one of my boobs, fondling like he was holding onto cotton before squeezing against it, earning a moan from me.
"Your ass can’t take any more, and you might bleed."
I gulped not just because he was being thoughtful, but it was a pretense. He sounded like he still wanted to do it despite that.
"Ares—"
"Not. Another. Word."
I swallowed back my words, groaning when he squeezed against my breast, not as gently as he did before, his nails digging into the flesh.
"You want my cock inside you. Don’t you, baby?"
I hissed when he pinched my nipples.
"Yes!" I replied hastily, even though he told me not to speak. "I need you inside me."
He breathed heavily, and I rolled my hips again. His other hand snatched my waist, fingers digging into my skin, in a way I knew would bruise.
He thrust his waist forward, and I felt his tip poking between the crack of my ass. I silently begged that he would go further because it felt like I would go insane if he didn’t. I could feel the spill of precum, showing how much he wanted me.
But I never realized how vicious Ares could be.
"I fuck you whenever I want, not the other way around. You want my cock? You’ll have to earn it."
"Please—" I yelped when he pinched my nipple harder than he did the first time.
"Are you gonna beg for it, baby?"
"What’s the use of begging when you’re just in the same state?"
He chuckled deeply, the mere sound vibrating through my body. "I should have gagged you to sleep." He leaned toward my ear, and his hot breath sheathed it. "But I do enjoy your sassy mouth."
He suddenly moved his hand to my pussy.
"You’ll only get my fingers."
I moaned when he thrust one into me.
"This is already too good for you, isn’t it?"
Another one went in.
"It’s not gonna fill you up as my cock does."
My body lurched forward, only to be locked and yanked backward when another finger followed.
"You’re squeezing my fingers so hard, baby. Are you picturing it as my cock instead?"
I’m cumming already. His words weren’t helping; they only elevated everything to the point where it got too much to handle.
"Fuck..." he cursed low as I smeared his fingers nonstop, and when he moved back and forth, squelch sounds covered the air and only increased when he began fucking me with his fingers.
His other hand resumed groping my breast and making it far worse and wilder. When he pinched, my pussy pulsed, clenching around his finger until his movements lagged.
His lips lashed on my neck, teeth biting, and I screamed through a release only to be denied halfway through. He was off me the next second, and everything felt as if I had hallucinated it if I hadn’t heard him move.
Amidst shaking and rasping, I turned. The lights were on, and Ares rose from the bed, giving me a good view of his ass I wanted to bite.
He grabbed his phone from the nightstand and pressed it to his ear.
Was it ringing? Now that I think about it, it had been ever since his fingers were inside me, but I was too clouded to give a shit.
He ended the call and put on his sweatpants.
"You’re leaving me like this?" I asked before I could stop myself, standing on my knees with the sheet barely covering me.
Ares faced me, purposely pulling up his pants that instant, and my eyes dipped to his cock marred with angry veins, as he shoved it in.
He clearly looked like he was gonna explode. This devil! Was torturing me more entertaining for him?
"Don’t touch yourself..." he warned as if he could read my mind. "Do it, and I’ll know." He walked out of the room.
I collapsed back on the bed, my eyes pinned on the stars, and frustration crawled through my skin as the pulse between my legs grew worse.
~☆~
I was in the middle of coming down the stairs when I saw Ares flipping pancakes, his phone to his ear. The laptop was on the counter, too.
Was he working all night while he left me on that bed, starving?
I’m pissed, pissed. Even more so because I kept my hands to myself the entire night and only closed my eyes for a solid one hour.
My feet tapped against the warm floor as I neared the kitchen, pulling out a stool to sit. Hissing when my ass pressed against the leather. It still hurts, but not as much as my pussy, where he left it hurting the entire night.
"Eat..." Ares ordered as he dropped a plate full of pancakes and went back to making his own.
I stabbed my fork into it, practicing how I’m gonna use it on him. He finally finished with his. Eating as he went through his laptop.
I ate too, but my appetite wasn’t really great. The pancakes on the plate were far more than his, and he’s bigger than I am.
Was he trying to get me fat or something?
I set my fork down. "I didn’t touch myself," I said, eyeing him intensely like I wanted his attention towards me. "Does this mean I get a reward?"
The corner of his lips twitched, but he didn’t respond, still scrolling through that damn laptop of his.
Really having it in me to be naughty, I pressed my finger into the back of the laptop and thrust forward to close.
Ares snapped his eyes to me in a warning look. I smirked, pushing my finger forward.