“Damn right you fuckin’ do.” Releasing her hands, I grab the hem of her shirt and yank it over her head then make quick work of her bra. Her breasts spill free, perfect and perky, her nipples hard and begging for my mouth.
I waste no time, leaning down to take one into my mouth, sucking and licking until she’s moaning and writhing against me. My hands move to the button of those leather pants, unfastening them and shoving them down her legs.
“Holy fuck,” I breathe when I see she’s not wearing anything underneath. “You’ve been walking around commando all night?”
She blushes but doesn’t look away. “I don’t have any panties.”
Jesus Christ. This woman is going to be the death of me.
I drop to my knees in front of her and lift her feet one by one, removing the sexy shoes. Then I help her out of the leather pants. “Put these back on,” I murmur, helping her slip the sexy shoes back on her feet.
“You’re crazy,” she says breathlessly.
Maybe, but the sight of her naked except for the fuck-me pumps has me so hard it hurts.
“Turn around,” I command. “Hands on the door.”
Frankie hesitates for a split second then slowly turns, placing her palms flat against the wooden surface.
I groan in appreciation. Fuck me. The perfect curve of her ass is right at eye level, and I can’t resist giving it a sharp slap.
She gasps, her head falling back on her shoulders. “Bane.”
“That’s for letting another man touch you,” I hum, rubbing the reddening skin. “And this—” I land another hard smack on the other cheek “—is for disobeying me.”
Her breath comes in short pants, her skin flushing pink under my attention. I spread her legs wider with my hand, exposing her pussy to my gaze.
She’s soaking wet, her arousal glistening on her thighs.
I lean in, dragging my tongue through her folds in one long, slow lick.
My baby cries out, her hips bucking back against my face.
“That’s it, babygirl,” I murmur against her. “Let me hear how much you like it when I eat this sweet pussy.”
I devour her from behind, my hands gripping her ass to hold her in place as I lick and suck at her clit.
Frankie’s moans fill the room, her legs trembling as she tries to stay upright in those heels.
“I’m… Oh, God.”
She’s close.
Just as she’s about to come, I pull away.
“No!” she cries, desperate for release.
“You’ll come when I let you.”
Unfastening my jeans, my cock springs free, hard and aching. I grip the base, giving myself a few strokes as I position myself behind her.
“Whose pussy is this?” I nip at her neck as I rub the head of my cock through her wetness.
She whimpers but doesn’t answer.
I smack her ass again, harder this time. “I asked you a question, Troublemaker. Whose. Pussy. Is. This?”
“Yours!” she finally shouts, unable to deny me anymore. “It’s yours!”
