but i'm a good girl

Her words sounded like a challenge to him, and while he was ready to walk away and head over to the red-head, her remarks made something inside of him click. He bent down just enough to look at her, his hand resting on her shoulder, then slowly sliding up until he could grip her hair, hard and unforgiving. “I suggest you don’t challenge me, kitten, or that ring will end up being nothing more than a decoration,” he hissed right in her ear. He pulled back, but his hand remained in her hair a moment more, almost as a warning. “I don’t need to impress anyone, darling, what I need is to fuck, and whether it’s you or her, it’s gonna happen.” 

Watching him walk over to her, she suppressed a satisfied grin. But before she could relish in the feeling, his hand gripped her hair, tilting her head to the side and causing her to yelp. She felt a burning in her stomach--the perfect sensation of fear and desire. "Suggest all you want, but the challenge is there. I'm always going to be a challenge, so you can either rise to it, or go for something simpler," he informed him from under his grip.

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Declan arched an eyebrow at her comment to his move, but didn’t stop, he stood from the booth, his bulge quite visible, but he didn’t much care about it. “I’m not backing down, I know you’ll crawl back in here ready to beg,” he pointed out with his usual smug grin. “And to answer your question, I say it. You know what it takes to be claimed, you heard it, and I don’t think you have the guts for it, sweetheart,” he taunted her, grinning. He walked closer to her and leaned down, pointing at a group of girl standing by the pool. “See that red-head there? In ten minutes, she’ll be bent over the sink in the restroom and I’ll be balls deep in her pussy, because she’s earned it. What makes you think I’d settle for playing around?” 

Ava narrowed her eyes before rolling them and shaking her head. "See, that's where you're wrong. I think you don't have the guts to claim me. You know I'm not like your usual...objects. You know you wouldn't be able to handle me, so you want to intimidate me." She shrugged as she watched him lean in toward her. "Do you know her? Because if you've already claimed her before, then there's really nothing impressive about that," she said, despite the image he put in her head continuing to turn her on.

Her words made him smile, realizing just how deep her devotion to him ran. It was an elating feeling, one he had no qualms about taking advantage of. “I know that now, kitten,” he told her, his hand cupping her cheek. “Then yes, Molly, do it, show me how good you can make me feel, how much of a good girl you can be,” he told her in a whisper, his free hand slowly tugging his belt loose. 

Smiling, Molly kissed his forehead before she got off the couch and onto her knees, crouching between his legs. Watching him tug off his belt, she helped him get his pants undone and slowly pulled his cock out. It was even larger than she'd imagined. Looking up at him, she ran her tongue up his shaft, preparing for him to fuck her mouth.

"And I guess it’ll serve you well when you get home and touch yourself, you’ll have something to think about," he taunted her, knowing fully well she supposedly didn’t do that. Supposedly. Considering she’d done it right in front of him, he wasn’t quick to believe her. When she stated why it wouldn’t work out, he chuckled, but was surprised to feel her foot moving over his clothed cock. "Then darling," he started, and his hand grabbed her foot, stopping it; he almost groaned at the lack of pressure, but kept it in, for the sake of making his point. "Come back when you’re not wearing that ring. I’ve got no use for a toy I can’t break," he told her, almost in challenge, and made a move to stand up.

She knew she would definitely be thinking about his stories for days to come. She wished she could hear more. But she avoided acknowledging his remark. Ava wasn't stupid. She knew he was testing her and she certainly wasn't going to fail. "I didn't peg you as one to back down from a challenge, especially when you know what I secretly desire," she suggested, shrugging. "Besides, rules are...flexible. If I'm already your toy, who says you can't play with me for a bit?"

His arm circled her waist as she turned around, and pulled her closer as she spoke. “And you’re stunning, princess,” he told her, his smile halfway between predatory and triumphant. At her suggestion, however, he felt his cock twitch, the idea of having her pleasuring him was almost more than he could take. “Are you sure, baby girl? You don’t have to do this if you don’t want.”

She loved finally being somebody's princess--No, she loved being his princess. But after growing up never feeling like one, it was just nice to have. Hearing his hesitation, she bit her lip and nodded. "I'd do anything to make you happy, James. I hope you know that," she told him. "And besides, I do want to. I mean, I want to make you feel as good as you just made me feel..."

"And who told you do touch yourself?" Declan asked with a smug grin. "One way or another, it’s me who made you wet," he pointed out as he leaned back in his seat, letting go of her hand. Her admission was something of a surprise, but a very good one at that, and he licked his lips slowly, tilting his head to the side when she added that last bit. "And why is it? Are you too scared, darling?" he asked, almost taunting her. "Where’s that feisty attitude you were wearing when you walked in here?" 

"I did it to get what I wanted. To hear all about the twisted things you do to the girls you come acorss." She smirked softly, just picturing him in the heat of the moment. If that ring wasn't on her finger, she was pretty sure she'd let him fuck her on the table. "I already told you--it's against my beliefs." Shrugging, she kicked off her shoe and ran her foot over the bulge in his pants, confirming that he enjoyed her just as much.

The fact that yes, she was innocent, but not so innocent that she didn’t indulge in pleasuring herself made it all that much better. He felt her tense up and felt her walls clench around his fingers, just as she spoke. “Yes, you will, Molly,” he whispered in her ear, letting her ride out her orgasm on his fingers, thrusting them in and out of her until he felt her body relax in the aftermath of her high. Then, he pulled his fingers out and stroked the inside of her thigh soothingly.

Listening to his final claim, she let her body relax as she came down from her orgasm. It was the most amazing she'd ever had and she knew it was because of him. Turning toward him slightly, she cupped his face in her hands, stroking his cheeks. "You're amazing, James. Just...the best," she whispered. "I could - pleasure you. If you wanted." She licked her lips and waited for a response.

Declan tilted his head to the side when she moved her hand away from between her legs, and after she spoke, he reached over to grab her wrist. “Is that why you’re soaking wet, darling?” he asked, holding her hand between them. “D’you know what I think?” He pulled it slowly towards his mouth again, but didn’t lick it clean this time. “I think you love it, I think you’re desperate for me to do all of those things to you, and then some,” he taunted her, his voice deep and lustful. 

"I'm wet from touching myself, don't be an idiot," she told him meekly. It was like he could see through her and tell all her secret desires. She knew that everything he said about her was true, despite it going against everything she believed in. She listened to his words and watched the smugness continue to grow in him. "I do - and I am," she informed him, in a moment of weakness. She knew she shouldn't have told him that, but she wanted--needed him to know. "But it would never work..."