“No. I want to be outside. I want to be free. I want you. Touch me, baby. Please, Matty. Fuck me.”
I press my breasts against his chest, and grind against the solid length I can feel through his slacks.
He groans, tortured.
“No. I can’t. You’re not healed yet.” His voice is hoarse, begging me to understand.
Too bad for him, I don’t.
And today, I’m getting what I want. So, I go for my ace.
I spit in his face.
His pupils blow wide.
Rage. Lust. Hunger.
“You want to play that game?” he snarls. “Fine, spitfire. Let’s play.”
He wipes my spit with his fingers, then smears it on my cheek. He grips my face, pinching my chin to force my eyes up.
“I’ll give you one chance to apologize.”
“Fuck you.”
I go to spit again, but he covers my mouth with his palm, finally learning his lesson.
He laughs darkly. “Have it your way.”
He spins me around, so I’m facing the wall.
RRRRIP!
The sound alone sends a shiver down my spine. Then the cool air hits my soaked core.
Herippedmy panties off.
“You’re being a naughty girl. Looks like someone needs a spanking to remember her place.”
And then his palm lands hard on my ass.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
By the fourth, I’m moaning and arching into him.
“Fuck, sweetheart. You love this, don’t you?”
“Mhmm,” I moan.
“Fuck it.” he curses.
I hear his belt come undone.
“You drive me insane. You know that? You don’t listen. You don’t behave, and I still can’t fucking breathe without you.”
