A snippet for a good day

Today's a good day so in honor of that I decided to share a snippet from my work in progress "Not So Pure" a twisted Snow White tale:

She watched him grow still, hands clenched into fists. His Adams apple did a dance inside his throat when he swallowed. The eyes that met hers were fierce with lust, his mouth a flat line. She trembled at his indecision wanting this to be the last time he decided to turn away from her body. Tension pulsed against her skin. She could glimpse the straining head of his cock against his linen pants. He took a step forward wetting his lips with the tip of his tongue and she thought she gasped out loud. She shuddered the movement creating a clenching tightness in her pussy. Her nipples hardened from the attention and she felt the urge to cover her exposed bits.
 
“You want this? You’re sure?” He mumbled roughly undoing the fly of his pants.
 
She sat transfixed as he whipped out his aroused cock not even bothering to take his pants down. It was comparatively larger than she was expecting making her mouth dry and her palms moist. The roar in her head grew deafening when he smoothed his hand along his shaft from base to tip. She could glimpse a dot of pre-cum on the circumcised head, his hand working long, hard strokes over the sensitive flesh. She clenched her hands in her lap to keep from working her own aroused nub with her finger.
 
His eyes were focused on the gap from neck to naval that had once been her dress. Each frenzied stroke bowed his spine making one hand clench white knuckled onto the table. She couldn’t look away from his wild eyed passion even when she knew that he was using her as a play toy. She would get no release and he would have his way with her, perhaps as punishment, perhaps as a way to warn her off from what she couldn’t have. His eyes closed, seed seeping through his fingers and between her legs dripping onto the dress. She thought she was going to be sick pushing him out of the way onto the floor and charging up the small wooden steps.
 
She cast herself face first into one of their beds biting a pillow she wanted to scream so hard. But she would not give him the satisfaction of hearing her pain. Nor would she suffer bitterly over the loss of a man who wasn’t really much of a man at all if he couldn’t withstand the idea of bedding her when she offered. Through her haze of bitter betrayal she heard footsteps on the stairwell.