Chapter One Hundred and Sixty-Three - You Are In Trouble Now

Chapter One Hundred and Sixty-Three - You Are In Trouble Now
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Alyssa 

I pull his tee over his head, tossing it aside. I push him onto his back and climb on top of him. 

“I am going to break you,” I say confidently. 

He laughs loudly. “I am glad you think so.” 

“Why won’t you tell me what I need to know?” I whine. 

He raises his brow at me. “It wouldn’t be a surprise then, would it? Less whining. I don’t like waiting.” He states firmly and spanks my ass. 

I moan softly and refocus on what I am supposed to be doing. I am going to prove him wrong! Or at least I am going to try. I know him well enough to understand he doesn’t break easily. I will give it my best shot. I reach down and press my lips roughly to his. I slip my hand between us, unfastening the button of his trousers and tugging the zipper down. I slide my hand down and into his boxers and stroke his cock. It pulses under my fingers. He groans, his head falling back. I smirk and withdraw my hand. 

He glares at me. I chuckle and sit back up. I gently rock against him, and he hisses. I stop after a moment. He doesn’t look amused. I bring my tee over my head, and it joins his on the floor, my bra following. Wyatt instantly goes to grope my breasts, but I swat his hands away. 

“No.”

“Excuse me?” he growls. 

“You heard me. I am in charge.” I remind. 

An amused look takes over his face. “You keep thinking that.” 

“I don’t think. I know.” I counter. 

I hook my fingers in the band of his boxers and trousers. “Lift.” 

He does as I ask, and I pull them off, leaving him naked below me. I moan as my eyes trail over my boyfriend’s perfect body. It is enough to stir pleasure between my thighs. 

“You know you want him to take me inside of you.” He coaxes. 

“Maybe, but not as badly as you want my tight pussy wrapped around your cock.”

“So what are you going to do about it?” 

I shrug. “Nothing unless you tell me what you have planned.” 

“You really think that is going to work? You are supposed to be making me break, kitten. Simply asking isn’t going to do that.” 

“Good point.” 

I kiss my way down his body. I have a plan in my head, one that will hopefully work. I circle my tongue on the tip of his cock, and he hisses, his fingers going into my hair. I know how much he loves it when I do this for him. He is in for a surprise, though. I plan on doing the one thing I know he will hate. 

I run my tongue along the base and back up before I take him into my mouth, slowly, inch by inch. The deeper I took him, the louder he moans and the tighter his grip gets on my hair. I moan against him, getting to work. I scrape my nails down his bare chest and stomach as I work him in and out of my mouth. 

“Fuck, that’s it, take it like the good girl I know you are. Take more, I know you can.” He breathes out. 

I do as he wants until I feel the tip brush against my throat. I dig my nails into his hip, and he hisses, his cock throbbing in my mouth. Oh, it is too easy to get to him. I know all his weaknesses. 

A deep growl escapes from his lips, and his back arches. I smirk against him and pick up my speed. 

“Yes. Christ, you are always so damn good at this.” He pants and rocks his hips slightly. 

It won’t take long before his end closes in. I continue, and moments later, a shudder runs through him, and his cock tenses in my mouth. “I am close, you ready for it?” 

I stop and draw him out of my mouth. I kneel between him, smirking down at him. His chest heaves, and his cheeks are flushed. He opens his eyes and glares at me. 

“What the fuck?” he asks, the frustration clear in his voice. 
“You tell me what you have planned, and I will let you come.” I bargain.

“No chance in hell. You know I am not going to tell you. We also both know that you can fight all you want, but you love when I come in your mouth and love it even more when I come in that sweet pussy of yours.” 

He speaks with such confidence, and a smug look covers his face. Does he really believe he can entice me? It isn’t going to work. 

I raise my brow at him. “Are you sure you don’t want to rethink your answer?” 

He shakes his head. “No, because you know I am right. Get back to it.” 

I pretend like I am going to dip my head back down and finish him. I don’t. I laugh and climb off the bed. “You can finish yourself off,” I say sweetly. 

He sits up, his eyes burning into me. “Alyssa, don’t test me. You know how it will end.” 

I rest my hands on the bed, “You tell me what you are up to, and I will happily let you come in my mouth and wherever else you like. You don’t; you can use your hand.” 

His jaw clenches. “Alyssa.” He warns. 

I smirk, stand up straight and begin to walk away. “I gave you the choice, sir. Enjoy your hand.” 

“Oh, kitten, you have just made a huge mistake.” He growls. 

I turn to him and place my hand on my hip. “What do you plan on doing about it?” 

He chuckles darkly and jumps to his feet, his eyes still on me. I swallow hard. I know that look. He is going to make me regret my decision. 

“You should probably run, baby girl, because the second I get my hands on you, I will make you take your word back, and that attitude of yours will be gone.” 

He slowly starts to walk towards me. “One, two, three.” 

I squeal and run right out of the bedroom. Oh fuck, I am in trouble! But, damn, it will be worth it. I hear him coming after me. 

“Are you sure you want to stick to your choice?” he calls after me. 

“Yes,” I call back, my voice shaky. 

“Then you will suffer the consequences.” He chuckles, his voice closer now. 

If he catches me, I am done for. I am sure that won’t be so bad, but I refuse to let him catch me easily.