“I’m going to make you come so hard, you’re going to soak right through these little pajamas.”
“How are you going to manage that, Daddy?” She smirked, challenging me.
Straddling her, I took both of her wrists in my grasp, pinning them above her head. “Now you won’t be tempted to break the rules.”
“I love when a man takes control.” Her eyes wandered down my exposed chest and back up to my lips. “Now what?”
“Now, I’m going to make you feel so fucking good that from here on out, when you’re at work, you’ll be wishing you were right here with me.”
With her wrists bound, I dipped my head down, taking her lips in mine. She liked it rough. She wanted to be protected. And she enjoyed the burn from my beard. I’d give it all to her, and soon enough, she’d be screaming my name.
Avery didn’t shy away. She did the exact opposite, embracing the feeling of being restrained, moaning through each bruising kiss.
Even with her hands above her head, she fought back with her mouth. Pushing against me, driving her tongue against mine, battling me for control.
But I was stronger.
Overpowering her, I gave her more of my body weight, shifting my cock over her center. My hardened length ran over her clit, hitting it just right. “Fuck, Spencer,” she moaned, breaking our kiss. I’d be lying if I said her sexy whimper didn’t run straight to my cock, egging me on to work harder.
Nipping at her jaw, I lowered down her neck and growled, “I found the spot, didn’t I?”
“Yes.” She pushed her hips up in response, seeking more friction.
I continued to rock my hips harder as her arousal began to soak through her thin pants.
God, I wondered what she would taste like.
“Avery, are you not wearing any underwear?” I glared into her eyes.
A mischievous grin spread across her face.
“There were too many options to choose from. So, I decided not wearing any would be easier.”
Jesus. Fuck.
My head fell back for the briefest moment.
“You’ve been a bad fucking girl, Bella.” I kissed down her neck, to the top of her breasts. “No bra and no panties? You’re making me crazy.” I drove my length over her clit again and again, taking out my aggression on her sweet pussy.
“Yes, Daddy. Right there,” she whimpered.
With my free hand, I slid her tank top up, the hem of it meeting her tits. She remained covered, but with her cleavage spilling out of the top, and her nipples pebbled and begging for me, it didn’t leave much to the imagination.
“Jesus, Avery. These tits.” I kissed along the top of each one, working my lips lower as I continued to grind over her.
Every kiss I peppered along the top of her soft flesh was paired with a desperate cry for more.
God, she was tempting as hell.
Her sweet moans hypnotized me, spinning me into a world where I could let go and give in. My cock begged to feel her heat closed around me, but my mind knew better. I knew that if I gave her all of me, there would be a less likely chance she’d come back. It was important that I saw her again—I wasdesperatefor it.
My cock persisted, driving over the thin pants where her sensitive clit hid. The harder my dick grew, and the more she cried out in pleasure, my free hand had a mind of its own. I’d been craving the feeling of her tits in the palm of my hand since I first laid eyes on her.
I could make this happen and keep her clothes on at the same time.
My hand traveled up her stomach, gripping one full breast in my hand through her tank top.
“Fuck, Bella. The things I want to do to you right now.” I ran my thumb over her aching nipple.
