“Such a brat,” I breathe. “I should bend you over this counter and spank you.” When I curl my fingers against her g-spot, her pussy pulses around me. “But you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Wouldn’t even be a punishment for you, darlin’. I know how much you liked it when I hauled you over my shoulder and slapped your ass.”
“I did not,” she hisses.
I smack her right cheek and she lets out a little moan.
“That’s for lying.”
Then I suckle the skin of her neck between my teeth. Leaving a hickey on purpose. Let her date seethat.
“My little sweet virgin,” I whisper.
She shivers as my tongue follows where my teeth just were. I pump my fingers in and out of her hole until she’s moaning.
Slowly I pull them out.
“You’re gonna learn not to lie to me, baby. Not when your wet cunt tells me everything I need to know.”
Her hips squirm and rock against me, seeking the friction I’ve just denied her. “You fucking prick,” she breathes, grinding her pussy against me.
“Language, Sadie,” I taunt. “Such a dirty mouth. I should fill it with my cock. Wash it out with my cum.”
I unbutton my jeans and take my leaking cock out. Slick it along her pussy lips. I want to push my cock inside her like I’ve never wanted anything in my life.
My self control is hanging by a thread.
“Feel yourself baby.”
I drag my lips above her collarbone. Bite down and suckle, leaving another hickey. I’m marking her up like a damn animal.
“Pussy weeping for my cock. And you’re going out on a date with another man?” I kiss the mark I just left. “Poor fucking sap.”
“Youtold me I should date.” She’s rubbing her clit against the head of my dick and my fingers tighten on her hips. I’m so close to losing it. To putting it in her or just coming all over her, I can’t even tell which.
“I changed my mind,” I tell her. “You make me fucking crazy.”
I press down between her shoulder blades, pressing her down in to the countertop as I rut against her, along her slit, everywhere butintoher. “I had all kinds of good intentions. Then you come downstairs with your hair curled, perfumed, in that fuck-me dress, knowing exactly what it’d do to me.” I thrust with every word. “And I lose. My. Mind.”
The head of my cock slides against her clit every time I rub on her. She’s bent over the countertop, panting, her little ass thrusting back against me. Wanting more.
“Tell me. Did you wear this dress for him?” I demand. “Or for me?”
Her painted pink fingernails scratch against the countertop as she bites her lip. “Fuck you.”
I slap her ass again. Savor the moan that comes out of her. “Brat. That wasn’t an answer. Tell me the truth and I’ll let you come. You need it. I know you do, baby.”
I grind my hips against her ass as I push my fingers inside her pussy. Her inner walls clench around me.
She’s close. So close.
“Walker, please,” she begs. “Please just make me come.”
“You beg so pretty, darlin’.” I reward her with one morefinger, three of them now, pumping in and out of her. “Just tell me the truth and I’ll give you what you need.”
The groan that comes out of her, half frustration and half ecstasy, makes my balls tighten. And what she says next nearly makes me lose it.
“You,” she grits out. “I wore it for you.”
There. That’s what I needed to hear.
