My desires were equal, so intense I took a few seconds doing nothing more than enjoying the feast in front of my eyes.
I longed to be inside of her, to feel the wet heat that would keep my cock throbbing to the point of pain. Her scent was intoxicating, her yearning rivaling my own.
Growling in appreciation earned me a soft moan even as her eyes penetrated mine. She allowed her eyes to fall, but as they traveled up once again, they stopped on my protruding cock, which was pinched against my zipper.
The anguish was too much to bear. As I unbuckled my belt, she stood where she was, shifting her hips from side to side as she’d done before. Every move allowed me to see the bad girl inside. As I tugged the strap from every belt loop, she was watching me intently. With the rise and fall of her chest, I sensed her excited anticipation of being spanked.
Like a naughty girl should be.
When the belt was free, I rolled my fingers across the grain before tossing it onto the bed. She followed my actions, her soft mewl exciting the hell out of me.
I stripped off my trousers along with my boxers, tossing them aside as she’d done. But certainly not with the show and tell I’d been delighted in watching.
I’d thought her buttoned up to the point she could never be playful. I was dead wrong. There was something mesmerizing about seeing her standing in front of me. I wouldn’t admit it, butsince the day we’d met, I’d hungered to defile her in the worst ways. That had caused the predatory need to breach the surface.
“Come here,” I ordered, keeping my voice low and commanding. My balls ached as much as my cock and I wrapped my hand around the base, stroking a few times as she watched.
Yet she wasn’t obeying.
“I said. Come. Here. Now.” I felt a need to discipline her, ready to turn her over my knee or better yet, force her onto all fours to accept what she deserved.
Her eyes never left mine as she approached, moving cautiously until she was only inches away. I caught a whiff of her perfume, the light citrusy fragrance a perfect fit for her spunky personality. The smell fueled the fire already burning deep in my system. It had been years since I’d been this aroused.
Her slight smile was as if she could read my mind. The little vixen. My guess was that she could. She’d pointed out every foible and weakness as if reading a book.
Although I sensed I could lose all control with her, I wanted this to last. Taking a single step closer, I raised my hand, uncurling my fingers as she pursed her luscious lips. I traced her bellybutton with a single finger before rubbing the flat of my hands up her tight stomach. While she had curves in all the right places, her slender body was another jabbing reminder of just how young she was.
Maybe I should consider myself a dirty older man. Her sugar daddy. The thought had a salacious ring to it, even if the slight decent side of me reminded me once again what I was doing could be considered crossing a very fine line.
But I couldn’t help myself. There was no turning back now.
She stood tall, but seemed so vulnerable, her lush body quivering from my gaze alone.
I cupped both her breasts, flicking my thumbs across her already taut nipples. The soft moan she issued was sweet music. She had her head tilted back, keeping her vibrant green eyes fixed on mine. Her look indicated pure need, but it wasn’t nearly as great as mine.
As soon as I pinched her nipples, she closed her eyes until her long lashes were skimming across the shimmer of her cheeks. With her moan more ragged than before, the devil inside of me surfaced.
“You’re a very bad girl.”
“So you’ve told me.”
“Be careful, Wildcat. You’re exciting the beast.”
“Tease and excite. My expertise.”
Almost everything out of her mouth was defiant and I loved it. “Yes, but you need a reminder you’re not in control.” I pinched her nipples again and she threw her head back, exposing her long neck. The move was far too inviting.
I wrapped one arm around her back, forcing her into a deep arc. She clung to my arms, her fingers digging in. Everything about her was enticing including her shallow breathing. With her long hair shifting back and forth, I had a sudden urge to fist my hand around it, using the thick strands as a leash.
That would come very soon.
The moment I lowered my head, swirling my tongue around her taut nipple, she wiggled, struggling in my hold. Her skin glistened from light perspiration, the warm glow keeping me fully aroused.
I wanted to spend hours doing nothing more than exploring, but that wasn’t the deal. One night only, which was the only way I played in the first place. Oddly enough, that already didn’t seem to be enough time.
Yet I would make do.
She would be sore and wanting more when she left. When I allowed her to leave. The thought brought a smile to my face.
