“And what is it that you prefer?” I asked innocently, playing with fire.
“You enjoy being naughty. Don’t you?”
Before I could reply, Kian smacked my ass hard. I screamed from the sting. Clutching at his jacket, I took several deep breaths to calm myself. I was both in pain and aroused.
“Sorry,” Kian whispered and rubbed my ass where he had struck it.
“No. It’s okay,” I assured him.
“Do you like being punished?”
“Um… I’m… I’m not sure, honestly.”
“That was a dumb question of me to ask,” he chuckled and shook his head. “Since you’re a virgin and all, I’m assuming you haven’t had much fun in the bedroom.”
“No,” I admitted weakly.
“Ever had your pussy worshipped by a tongue?” he grinned wickedly.
“Fuck,” I moaned and gripped his jacket.
“Was that a yes? Or a no?”
“No. I’ve never had a guy go down.”
“So, I’d be the first.” The look in his eyes said it all. He was eating up the thought of him being the first to devour me.
“I have a feeling you’d be the first of many things, tonight.”
“Fuck,” he moaned, standing up and taking off his jacket. “Lay down on the pillow and spread those beautiful thighs for me.”
The thought of Kian buried between my thighs sent emotions surging through me. Nervousness. Excitement. Arousal. All of it.
“I won’t ask again, Sweetheart,” he gestured at the bed. “Up on the bed.”
“Yes, sir,” I whispered, swallowing my nerves and crawling up the king size bed.
"So fucking sexy," Kian moaned with satisfaction. I glanced back over my shoulder. He was at the foot of the bed, unbuttoning his shirt. His gaze was locked on me like a hawk. "Stay just like that for a minute longer."
I froze in place but continued looking back at him. When he freed the last of his shirt buttons, he quickly removed his shirt and placed it on the dresser. When he turned back around and faced me, my mouth gaped partially open.
The man's body was that of a god's. A sex god. A very fucking sexy sex god.
All of the visual teasing had me wanting to run my fingers between my thighs and ease my pussy's throbbing ache.
I gripped the bedding and hoped like hell that Kian would soon put me out of my misery. I needed him almost as much as I needed air.
"Please," I whimpered softly. His eyebrow rose and his head cocked to the side slightly.
"Please?" he asked, undoing his belt buckle.
"I need… I need…"
"What do you need, Beautiful? Tell me."
He undid his pants and slid them down to his knees. My mouth opened wide, but no sound came out. My eyes were locked on his rock solid cock.
"Like what you see?" He gripped his shaft and stroked it nice and slow, making my mouth water.
