As he drew closer offering his self to her again, she quickly pulled away clamping her legs closed. He smirked.

“Closed legs can’t get fed,” He said

“Open ones don’t get loved… I’m not going to keep being your whore. I need more than sex, I want to know that you care,” She replied.

He stared down at her silently for a moment. He leaned down to kiss her. Her head turned quickly away from his. With both hands he grabbed her face towards him before forcing his mouth on hers. She clenched her mouth shut trying not to let him in, she was trying to stay strong but his hands began to roam her body. She couldn’t do much to fight him off, she never could. She loved him.

His hands started to pry open her thighs so his body could rest between them, she tried again to push his hands away. It was too late he had already opened her thighs enough to get his hand into her panties and a finger quickly guiding her to the edge of the world. He finally took his mouth from hers and whispered the words she loved to hear him say.

“Please kiss me,” he said.

Excitement was filling her and taking over her body and making its way into her mind, almost pushing away the rest of her resolve. She had to make herself stay strong and keep saying no.

He kissed her neck and chest, and finally her breasts. She wanted to taste him and feel him. She knew that she had to move quickly otherwise he would get what he wanted. She had to save herself from him at any cost, she knew nothing was going to come from fucking him again. She would get him in her mouth, she would get the satisfaction of having him under her control even if only for a short time. She shoved and pushed him from off of her, briefly losing her balance and tumbling down onto his chest.

He was stunned that his little mouse gained control. She laid on his chest looking into his eyes, slowly moving her hand down his smooth chest.