“Since I had you in my office and I want more of it.”
“Dirty little girl.” I cup her tits, brushing my thumbs over her darkened nipples, enjoying the sigh that escapes her lips. “Bet I can make you come just playin’ with these.”
“You haven’t forgotten a damn thing, have you?” she pants.
I can’t contain my grin as I twist and pull, her back arching as her hand tightens and the other tugs on my balls.
My eyes spring open. “Bedroom,” I bark. “Now! Before you’re wearin’ my cum all over you.”
She reaches up on her tippie toes to kiss me. “Nice to know I’ve still got it.”
“You have, but only for me,little wife.”
“I think I can handle that.” With one last promising look, she lets go of me and saunters off down the hall — her shirt gaping open with just her panties on.
“Naked,” I tell her. “Playin’ with yourself.”
She turns to look over her shoulder. “You think you’re in charge?” She shakes her head. “Poor Hazey.”
I’m tempted to give chase when she runs off, knowing that sass would usually have her bent over my knee, but this is so much fucking hotter.
I finish taking the rest of my clothes off, palm my dick, and stalk toward her bedroom. I stand in the hall, giving myself a few moments before I enter. This is exactly where we’re supposed to be. My jaw steels as I step inside, my eyes finding her in the darkened room. She’s propped up against the pillows, and she has nothing on, nothing except a vibrator in her hand.What the fuck?
I raise a brow. “What the fuck is that?”
“You said to play with myself.” She leans down and turns the little bullet on, moving it over her clit as I stare.
“Don’t you dare make yourself come with that,” I warn.
“I’m not,” she says, her chest heaving as her hand works. “God, you look so hot, get over here.”
It’s then I drop to my knees as I keep my eyes on hers. Then I fucking crawl to the bed. This is the biggest fucking turn on. “Don’t go easy on me,” I tell her. “I’ve been bad.”
“I won’t.” She pulls the bullet away, watching me as I grind my teeth, jealous of a fucking toy.
“You don’t have to forgive me, but I’m sorry for everythin’.”
“How sorry?” I love the way she plays along.
“Kept my dick to myself, baby. There’s only ever gonna be you.”
She moves the bullet back over her clit, arching her back as she continues to watch me. “Oh.”
“Edge yourself, but if you come, you’re goin’ over my knee,” I tell her again.
She pulls back once more, panting. “You’re supposed to be begging, not being bossy, so beg!”
I grin. “Forgive me?” I crawl onto the bed. “Say you’ll forgive me for leavin’, for bein’ a chump. All of it.”
“I— I don’t know, Austin.”
Fuck. I love this.
“Please,” I beg. “Please tell me what it’ll take.”
“You should really work on your culinary skills,” she starts, then when I look up, she’s laughing. “Or just eat me out again.”
“But I don’t deserve it.” I crawl toward her, slowly, making sure every single second seals our connection. “You know I don’t.”
