I’m already wriggling out of my Houdzou, letting him whip it off of me.
“That’s better. Arms over your head, let me see you.”
I reach for the headboard, enjoying the way he gazes at my bare breasts. “Yes, milord.”
“Cheeky peasant.”
I arch my back, feeling so very wet.
Any minute now he’s going to rip off my panties and plunge inside me. I can’t wait.
But he’s taking his sweet time. He lays on top of me, still in his pajama pants. I lift my hips, trying to rub against his groin. He kisses me again, and I groan into his mouth.
“Shh, let me enjoy this.” His hands are everywhere, caressing my bare skin. I feel so beautiful, so cherished. All his intensity focused on me. It’s the most addictive thing in the world, being the object of his desire.
Even if it won’t last.
“I need you wet,” he says. He crawls down my body and props my legs on his shoulders.
“I am wet.” I’m panting at the sight of him like this.
He presses a kiss to my calf. “Not enough for me. For this.” He nods to the bulge in his pants. I slide a foot down and press it against his length.
Fuck, there’s a lot of him.
“Bad girl,” he mutters as I stroke the arch of my foot over him. “Incurably naughty.”
“What are you going to do about it?”
The next thing I know, he’s flipped me to my belly and smacked my ass. “This.” He hooks his fingers into the sides of my panties and rips them in two.
“Hey,” I cry, craning my neck to look back at him. “Those are my panties.”
He lifts them to his face and inhales my scent before tossing them away. “You won’t be needing panties anymore.”
I’m about to argue—I wear those every Christmas—but he props me up on my knees and thrusts two fingers into my sopping wet pussy.
“Oh god,” I moan and get a mouthful of down pillow.
Another smack on my ass. “That’s not what you call me.”
I’m face down, my upper torso pressed to the bed while he finger fucks the shit out of me. I clench on his fingers, my climax building in my lower belly.
He stops when I’m close and smacks my ass again. Like I’m one of his prized cattle. “What do you call me?”
“You’re a pain in my ass. Ow!”
He bit me!
“I’m going to be a pain in your ass. Would you like that?” He parts my ass cheeks and licks between them.
I can’t answer. I’m vibrating, arching my back to push myself onto his tongue, drooling in the sheets.
“You don’t have to tell me. You’re dripping into my hand.”
Tongue in my ass, fingers in my pussy. He teases me like that until I’m a naked bunch of nerves, endlessly tingling.
“That’s it, dirty girl. Get nice and wet for me so I can fill you with my cock.” He scrapes his teeth over my freshly spanked ass, drawing new shudders from me.
