Little vixen.
Tightening my hold on her head, I thrust again, a little deeper and harder this time. Tear-filled eyes stared up at me as her lips were stretched to the max around my cock. A picture-perfect sight if I’ve ever seen one.
Trying to think of anything and everything to curb the white-hot pleasure provided by her mouth, I fucked her face until mascara ran down her cheeks and I couldn’t take it one second longer without exploding.
Chest heaving, I tugged her off. She placed both hands on her thighs and took several deep breaths as I stroked her soft cheeks, wiping away the tears.
When I felt she was recovered enough, I bent down to loop my arms beneath her armpits and hauled her to standing. Her cheek came to rest against my chest, and I held her close for a moment, enjoying the intimacy—something I’d never cared forbefore.
My fingers trailed over the globes of her ass, bared by her thong. Each cheek was a perfect handful, and as a tall man, I had large hands. Trailing my touch up her back, I twisted the clasp of her bra, trapping it between us. She pulled back, surprised, allowing the fabric to fall away. Pink-tipped nipples stood at attention, begging to be touched, sucked, and nibbled.
I was beginning to think one night wouldn’t be enough to do all the things I wanted to do to this girl.
Backing her toward the bed, I stopped when her knees met the mattress. Using my hands on her shoulders, I spun her around so she was facing away from me. I dropped to my knees behind her, skimming my hands down the curve of her waist until I reached her hips. My fingers slid beneath the waistband of the black lace, barely covering her from my view, easing it down inch by inch until her perfect pink pussy was revealed, glistening in the dim light.
I couldn’t help sliding a finger against the slick flesh. She dropped her hands on the bed, which only pushed her ass into my face. God, I wanted nothing more than to bury my tongue deep inside her, but I had other plans. I needed to play this exactly right to draw this out for myself.
I tapped the inside of her knee. “Up on all fours on the bed.” My voice was rough, lust gripping me in a chokehold.
She followed directions beautifully, climbing onto the bed. That heart-shaped ass taunted me as she rocked it from side to side, no doubt trying to ease the ache between her thighs.
Without thinking, my hand reared back and cracked across that perfectly rounded flesh, the sound echoing throughout the tiny room. My eyes widened, hearing her gasp, realizing what I’d done.
Great move, Maddox. A loss of self-control just cost you getting laid forthe first time in months.
Her head whipped around, eyes round, mouth parted. I ran a hand through my hair, letting out a resigned breath. No doubt she was about to ask me to leave.
“Did you justspankme?” she asked, incredulous.
“Yeah,” I said, the self-loathing evident in my voice.
Blue eyes flared. “Do it again.”
I stared at her for a solid minute. She wasn’t kicking me out. She wanted me to spank her again.
Well, color me shocked.
But no way in hell was I denying that request.
My palm rubbed over the handprint on her right butt cheek, the heat transferring from her skin to mine. Raising my left arm, I brought my hand down over the opposite side, leaving a matching mark.
She dropped her head to the mattress. “More.”
Alternating sides, I brought my palms down over and over again as she moaned, arching her back and pushing her ass out, silently begging for another. Even if she hadn’t vocally admitted she enjoyed it, the proof was coating her inner thighs. She was dripping wet just from me spanking her.
Her ass was cherry red by the time I decided she’d had enough, and I hoped she didn’t work a desk job because I had no doubt it would be difficult for her to sit in the morning.
Even drenched as she was, when I slid a finger inside her from behind, her walls gripped the digit so tightly I groaned. She was going to choke the life out of my dick; there was no question about it. But if this was what killed me—fucking a much-too-young girl who wasn’t afraid to color outside the lines when it came to sex—then I would die a happy man.
“I need you,” she moaned, pushing her hips back to take my finger as deep as it would go.
“I know you do,” I murmured, removing my finger and tasting her for the first time, licking her essence from my skin.
Stepping away, I fished a condom out of my wallet. I eyed it, checking the expiration date just in case since it had been a while. The last thing I needed was to knock up my one-night stand when we hadn’t exchanged information.
Everything checked out, so I ripped the foil wrapper, rolling the latex over my length. Needy moans filled the room as I stepped up behind her. I slid my dick along her seam, gathering extra moisture to hopefully minimize any resistance to what promised to be a tight fit.
“You ready for me, love?” I ran a soothing hand over her hip.
