look here, all i want is to be sonny corleone’s little brat. that said:
– it pisses him off more than anything. why the hell cant you just do whats asked of you? hes too busy to be worried about your bullshit
– for a while, he just ignores it. but at the end of the day, when he sits at the table and tells you to come sit at his lap and you tell him no, his eyebrows raise and his attention snaps to you.
– he laughs, and pats his lap. “come here now, come sit.” you tell him that you don’t want anything to do with him, that you’re angry at him, and that you’d already taken care of yourself earlier that day anyway and that ?? doesn’t go over well with him
– he snatches you up from the spot on the couch and holds your forearm tightly under his grip, his other hand coming around your throat. he whispers “you really want to play games like this, hmm? i’ll show you a damn game.”
– your clothes come off quickly, tearing to shreds in his hands, you’re forced against the wall, one of his hands gripping your jaw. “you’re wet for me already, aren’t you? don’t pretend like you aren’t.” he lets go of your jaw and brushes your slit, laughing as he finds you just how he expected
– he fucks you up against the wall like that, roughly enough to keep you screaming and begging for him to slow down, or to let you come.
– lots of overstimulation. you wanna ignore him? you’ll never ignore him after how much pleasure you feel. you come four times, so intensely that your legs shake, your voice becomes hoarse.
– once hes finally finished with you he gives your ass a squeeze: “why dont you go off and shower, huh? you’re probably sticky.” he kisses you gently and enters a finger in you, collecting your orgasm just enough to get a taste.
Mama Mia that’s hot!
SVU addict 