She rose on her toes and swept her hand backward to cover her curves. “How dare you!”
“Move your hand.”
“Fuck you!”
“Move your hand or I’ll spread these cute cheeks of yours and drive my cock straight up your ass.”
“You wouldn’t…don’t you…oh my god! Stop!” She shifted to dig her nails into the back of my hand to try to dislodge my grasp on her hair.
Damned if I didn’t love the way her hips squirmed with each spank. Now that I had her flesh warmed up, I spanked her harder, once on each cheek, wanting to deepen the punishing pink flush.
I spanked her again, getting the tops of her thighs, causing a deeper flush.
“Stop! It hurts!”
“Stop fighting me,” I fired back. “Only bad girls get punished.”
She pounded the bed with her closed fist. “You can take your bad girl bullshit and shove it up your…ow!”
My palm landed on the perfect sweet spot just below her ass cheeks at the junction of her thighs.
Her fiery disobedience was incandescent to behold. Like a moth I was drawn to her flame, knowing if I weren’t the death of her, she’d certainly be the death of me.
As much as I was enjoying this, if my cock got much harder, I wouldn’t be responsible for my actions. I needed to sink into her…now.
I shifted to stand behind her. Kicking her legs open, I cupped her pussy.
And let out a groan when my fingers pushed between her folds and my fingertips slid over her sweet cream. She wasn’t just wet, she was soaked, swollen with need.
I leaned over her prone form and placed my mouth right next to her ear. “Go ahead, sweetheart. Tell me again to stop,” I softly taunted. “Tell me how much you don’t want to come on my cock. I might believe you.”
She growled at me through gritted teeth. “It means nothing.”
I pulsed two fingers against her clit.
Her fingers clawed at the covers, and she bit back a moan. Too late. I heard it. I didn’t think it was possible, but my shaft became even more painfully hard. The mirror that sat acrossfrom her allowed me to watch every expression that crossed her face. The way her jaw clenched. Her lashes fluttered. The way her lips parted on a gasp.
I pushed my fingers inside of her as I bit her shoulder.
She was so tight it nearly broke me.
She bucked against me, her ass rubbing my length. With all her writhing, I couldn’t miss catching a glimpse of the blush that started at her cheeks, colored her pretty button nose, and went down her neck, disappearing under her shirt as her head thrashed from side to side.
My restraint snapped.
Later, I’d push my face between her thighs and feast. Not now.
Now I needed to be inside her. Needed to claim her.
Tearing at the waistband of my pajamas, I pulled my shaft out and positioned the head at her entrance.
She turned to look over her shoulder.
Her eyes widened. “Please.”
“Are you begging me to stop, or to go, little bird.”
Her teeth sank into her bottom lip. I’d teach her to beg later.
