“Brat. I’m gonna make you pay for that.” He sets me down, but only long enough to spin me around so he can put me over his shoulder.
The first smack of his hand over my ass cheek comes as a shock, and I gasp, but then my core clenches and I shudder. The second smack makes me groan as I cling to his strong back.
“Say you’re sorry for running.” His voice is a low growl that makes my pussy clench. He rubs that spot, easing the sting.
I laugh, pushing back into his palm, hoping he’ll spank me again. “Not happening.”
“If you say you’re sorry, I’ll let you come.”
“Kinky,” I chuckle, feeling the sides of his lips rise before he traces kisses up my thigh.
“Mmm. I tried to warn you.” His teeth graze me. “You can always say no.”
My pussy clenches again, and I relent. “I’m sorry. Please let me come.”
“Good girl.”
The praise quickens the pulse between my legs, and I realize I’ll do whatever he wants if he’ll put his hands on me again.
Leaning back, he lets me slide down his chest until his huge erection presses against my belly. He shifts me until my back is to his chest, then sits, pulling me into his lap.
The hot water swirls around us, amplifying every place on my body that touches his.
With my legs spread and my ass planted firmly against him, he ratchets my need another notch when his lips trace my neck. “Good girls get rewards.”
My breath hitches. He’s good at this. Too good.
His giant hands cup my breasts, and I suck in a breath, wild with lust for my husband.Shit. My husband.
His hands are gentle, almost reverent, as he molds and shapes me, but when his calloused fingers drag over my nipples, I moan.
Then his palm drifts down my stomach. “Wider, Paige.” He helps me place my thighs over his until I’m wide open. I watch his hand stroke up my legs. He drags his fingers over the crease of my thighs before he pushes my pussy lips together.
“Oh, God.” I arch backwards as he keeps toying with my nipple.
“If you wanna fuck, I have to stretch you out with my fingers first. You’re a tiny thing, and I don’t want to hurt you.”
Spreading me apart, his thumb grazes my clit, and I groan. “Torture me all you want. Just remember that I get my turn next.”
He chuckles. “That’s not how this works, wildflower.”
We’ll see.
But then he presses his palm against me as he fills me with two fingers, and I gasp. Reaching back, I run my fingers through his thick hair.
He works me over, thrusting in and out of me as I writhe in his lap. Sucks on my neck. Pinches my nipple. The whole time pressing on my clit while he fucks me with his hand.
“Think you can take three fingers?”
“Try it.”
It takes a hot minute to achieve this. I arch and moan and wiggle as he works himself into me. As I look down, the water is clear enough that I can see his hand moving between my thighs.
“You’re so wet,” he whispers in my ear. “I can’t wait to fill you with my cock.”
That’s all it takes for me to detonate. I arch back with a scream as fireworks ricochet through my body, leaving me panting and boneless in his lap.
I’ve never come this fast in my life, but I’ll never admit that to Rhett.
