My eyes shoot up and narrow in warning.
She smirks as her eyes glitter with mischief.
“Any other night, fine. Game night? Not a fucking chance.”
Ripping her skinny jeans down her legs, I drop to my knees to pull off her sneakers and then free the fabric from her ankles.
“You want me to dress like a puck bunny?”
I freeze at her words.
“No,” I bark. “And I never want to hear you ever refer to yourself as one. You’re not?—”
“I know, Kodie,” she says, reaching out and combing her fingers through my curls. Her touch soothes me, but it does nothing to dampen the roaring fire within me. “Sometimes, though, I want you to fuck me like one.”
My teeth clench, but this time there is no anger.
Only desire.
“Challenge accepted.”
I tear at her panties, freeing them from her body and throwing them to the floor before my hands wrap around her hips, twisting her around. The second she’s in position, I press my palm against her back, giving her little choice but to bend over the back of the couch.
My hands slide to her ass, and I squeeze, my fingers pressing into her skin.
“Please,” she whimpers, wiggling her hips as if she’ll find some friction.
“Spread your legs,” I demand, my eyes locked on her pussy.
I haven’t touched her and yet she’s swollen and glistening, as desperate for me as I am for her.
I only took her this morning before we left the hotel room, but it feels like a month ago now.
My cock aches, precum soaking my boxers.
Fuck. I hope this need for her never ends.
It’s still possible to feel like this about your girl when you’re old and gray, right?
“So fucking perfect,” I muse before spreading her with two fingers and licking her from clit to ass.
I circle her puckered hole with the tip of my tongue, loving the way she shudders.
“Oh god.”
“Nah, baby. Number Fifty-Five.”
“Cocky fu—shit,” she gasps as I push just slightly inside her.
“This is mine, Casey,” I say, replacing my tongue with my thumb, continuing to tease her. “I’m going to take you here. Not tonight. But one day soon, I’m going to watch my dick stretching your ass open. I’m going to feel you come harder than you ever have in your life all over it.” She shudders, whimpering nonsense. “Is that okay?”
“Y-yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes…Sir.” Pulling my hand back, I reward her with a slap to her ass.
She screams as my handprint blooms on her skin. Her ass is perfect, pale skin with just a few dimples here and there. I’m fucking obsessed with it.
