Following the sleek curves of her flesh, I lick and suck my way down her back. Her moans are soft yet throaty as I take my pleasure in savoring every inch of her delectable body.
“S —” the “Snake” or “Stop” cuts off on a scream when I bury my face between her plush cheeks. Taking my time, I anoint her rosette. Dipping my tongue inside, lavishing her with the blessing.
I hear a muffled, “Ohmygoodness” as I tongue-fuck her ass.
“Let’s see how much you can take, tk.” Wetting my finger and her, I slip my finger with slow deliberation into her bottom hole.
“That’s my clever girl, letting me in her ass.” I whisper, pressing a kiss on one plump cheek before moving lower to drag my tongue through the slit of her pussy.
“Ohhh,” she moans when I suck her clit. Pressing the turgid flesh into my mouth, she fucks my face while I suck on the hard protrusion. Driving my finger into her ass with a slow steady pressure, I fuck both her holes until she’s shuddering and convulsing, begging to let her come.
“Please,” she pleads so prettily when I decrease the pressure, denying her orgasm for the third time.
“I fuck like I’m scared of pussy, remember?” Pulling away, I taunt, stilling the strokes of my finger.
“Fucker,” she screams her frustration into the mattress.
“Not fucking you, though,” I murmur, moving to rise above her, ignoring the hard press of my dick against the seam of my jeans.
“Hadrián, c’mon, man.” The brown eyes meeting mine over her shoulder, sparks a cold frisson of anger in me.
“Don’t.” I snap, smacking her ass. “Say my name.”
“You’re a fucking sadist.” A bruised gaze meets mine.
“Never said I wasn’t.” I shrug. “You need to know who you dared to fuck with, little girl. I’m a grown-ass man. I don’t play about pussy, and you haven’t earned this dick.”
“Good, so I guess I can go since it seems like you are tired of fucking me already.” Drawing her legs up, she smirks. “I can go to Western Cape and get what was promised.”
“The way you were just begging me to finish you says you are mine in every way that matters, but keep lying to yourself.” I watch disappointment at my lack of reaction make her pout.
The way her pussy plays peekaboo with the way her legs are drawn up so tightly almost makes me want to groan.
Forcing myself to move away from her, I ignore the hard insistence of my dick. Turning, I adjust myself, walking back over to the table.
“You coming to me or are we doing this on the bed?” I quirk a brow her way, watching as she debates her options — more punishment or being fed and possibly pleasure.
“Don’t bother,” I say when she attempts to grab the top.
Dropping it, she trudges over to me. Her thighs are still slick with her essence, and it takes everything in me not to bury my face in her pussy.
Her eyes spark when I spread my legs instead of getting up to let her sit down.
“Sit.” I command, nodding to my lap.
“Bitch.” She says under her breath.
“Ah,” she gasps when I catch a hard little nipple between my fingers.
“Behave.” I whisper in her ear.
She settles back, brushing against the hardness of my dick.
Opening the container, I bat her hand away. There is no way I’m trusting this little troublemaker with even the spoon I brought for her to eat.
“I can feed myself.” She grumbles.
“A privilege you lost with your bratty behavior.” Spooning the still-hot butter chicken and the side of saffron rice onto the utensil, I lift it to her beautiful full lips.
