Page 69 of Fate In Fiction

My fingers wrap around a handful of her hair, lifting her body back up to her feet. “This teacher didn’t say it was playtime for you.” Spinning her around to face the counter, I bend her forward.

“What, are you gonna punish me?” She glances over her shoulder with a smartass grin. “Slap my ass with a ruler?” She laughs.

I should plunge into her immediately and fuck away her sass until she wakes this entire floor up with screams with pleasure. With my hand still tangled in her hair, I turn her head toward the open drawer with a selection of spatulas. “Pick one, Josie.” She blinks in disbelief, but assesses the drawer.

“The long flimsy one seems like you’d get decent coverage.” The taunting in her voice won’t last long.

“You’re about to feel what it’s like to want something to the point of pain and have it denied.” I let go of her hair and remove her soaked panties.

“You could have come by now if you didn’t interrupt my oral lesson. Daddy.”

My jaw tightens as I run the spatula over her bare ass. The flimsy plastic brands her skin as she gasps, and I wait a moment before rubbing my hand over the spot. Her flexible leg lifts onto the counter, giving me a perfect view of her ass and her swollen pussy.

“Is that the best you’ve got?” She grins, and I’m taken aback by how this sweet woman transformed into a kinky vixen the moment she hit her knees.

“Careful what you ask for, little darlin’.” Slapping her ass again, I watch her arousal drip down her leg. “You’re quite the lover of pain, aren’t you?”

“Mmhmm.” She reaches down to touch herself, and I use the spatula to tap her fingers out of the way.

“No. Keep your hands on the counter.” The spatula slides up her thigh, sliding through her wetness. A whimper leaves her mouth as I gently run the utensil over her clit. Her back arches, presenting me with enough room to clap the spatula against her pussy. The filthy groan of pleasure that escapes her lips sounds through the kitchen as she tilts her head back.

“Pleasure me like that again, Emmett.” Somehow, she is still in control, even though I’m the one with her bent over the counter, holding the spatula. “Slap it harder.”

Fuck, this woman is under my skin, and I haven’t touched hers yet.

“You’re a filthy girl, you know that?” I slap her again as she pants. “What should I do with you?”

“Fuck me hard so I can get a decent night’s sleep.” I toss the spatula in the sink and run my cock between her ass as my hands wrap around her neck.

“I think someone has forgotten their manners.” Looking down, a groan rumbles in my chest. “I have to grab a condom.”

“I’m on the pill.”

“I’m barely going to last with the condom.” I’m so hard it hurts, but a condom will hold me off until she comes.

“You’re fine.” Pushing back, Josie turns around and sits on the counter, facing me. Both feet lift to the edge as her knees fall to the sides, opening herself up. What a beautiful fucking sight. Her finger begins to circle her clit as her breathing increases.

“I’m so close,” she pants, arching herself toward my cock. “I want to watch you enter me.” Mesmerized, I nearly forget to do just that until her hand tilts my chin up. “Please.” It’s a desperate whine as her hand returns to rubbing herself.

“You’re taking all of me at once, and hard.” Lining myself up, I slide inside her in one swift motion as her jaw drops on a pained yet pleasured cry. Her arms wrap around my neck for support, but her body bows so she can continue staring at my cock thrusting into her tight pussy. My hand reaches out to hold her hip, and my thumb circles her clit.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. So. Goddamn. Wet.”

“If you have a jumbo cock, wouldn’t every woman you fuck feel tight?” Her words rip me out of the eye of this hurricane and slap me with the reality of how she is able to detach from this moment of bliss. I haven’t thought about any other woman since being with her.

“Maybe you need to test out other dicks.” I pause, pulling myself out to the tip, and slowly teeter it in and out of her entrance.

“If you want to talk instead of having me come on your cock, then maybe I need to find someone who knows how to finish me.” Her legs wrap around my waist as she lifts herself off the counter and slides down on me. “Mmm, I’m addicted to this.” She tightens around me as my fingers grip hard onto her ass cheeks, and I carry us to the couch. “Bite my nipple and pull my hair.”

Who I am to say no?

“Yes, Emmett. Just like that.” She rides me till her increasing, pleasured noises grow louder and she comes undone, her whole body trembling. I quickly pull out and spill my load over my abs with a rough groan, barely able to see straight. Josie catches her breath before dipping her finger into my cum and tasting it. Holy shit.

“Well?” I ask, and watch as her face scrunches.

“Yeah, please don’t dump a load of that into my mouth next time.” She earns a laugh from me before she continues. “Mine doesn’t taste salty like yours.”

“Now I’m picturing you tasting yourself.” I brush a hand over my face. I’m getting in too deep as she dips her fingers between her legs and brings them to her mouth. “Such a different taste.” She winks.