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I rubbed my hands on the tops of her legs, rolling them to her hips. She was light as a feather and didn’t fight me when I gripped her hips, yanking her onto her knees. I slipped onto the floor at the same time for a better vantage point.
I was almost positive she was going to fight me once again until I positioned one thigh on my shoulder, growling then blowing across her bald pussy.
Her expression was one of shock and awe, exactly what I was going for. Her scent was extraordinary, the longing burning a hole in what was left of my soul. I flicked my tongue around her clit, the flavor exploding inside my mouth. She was sweet peaches on a warm, sunny day. Sometimes I thought of myself as a sick bastard, mostly because the few women I’d allowed myself to be with had been for nothing more than self-satisfaction.
With little miss sunshine, I wanted and was prepared to take all the time in the world.
She panted and writhed as I kept my hold, jutting her hips forward in a provocative way. She didn’t need to ask me twice to lick her like the wild animal I’d become, alternating between sucking on her clit and thrusting the entire length of my tongue into her sweet, tight channel.
“Oh, God. Fuck,” she breathed, tossing her head back and forth.
She wasn’t drunk by any means, but I could swear she was already slurring her words. Maybe she was intoxicated from our electric passion, her needs eclipsing mine. I was a famished man and she was the only person who could quench my thirst. Her perfect pink pussy was glistening, her labia swelling almost immediately.
I dragged my tongue up and down, taking my time to savor her sweet nectar, but only for a couple of minutes. My cock was aching intensely, the need to fill and fuck her overwhelming. Those would be my unscrupulous actions soon enough. If she objected, too bad.
I feasted as I hadn’t done in ages, using my thumb to taunt her clit while I plunged my flexed fingers into her sweet pussy. The combination was already getting to her, every sound more intense, guttural, just like mine. We were a match made in… hell, I wasn’t certain, but at this point it didn’t matter if we were anything but sexually compatible.
She wouldn’t want to share a life with a bastard like me. That wasn’t fair to her or her son. What the hell was I talking about? She was an Irish filly and I was an American roughneck determined to make her life miserable, or so I’d overheard her telling one of her men. However, she wasn’t doing any complaining that my touch was too much for her right now.
Pleasing her was the only thing that should be on my mind, so I’d never be accused of being a selfish bastard. My beautiful Rylee bucked against me, digging her nails into my shoulders. In my mind, she was holding on for dear life. Her pants turned into seductive moans, her eyes rolling in the back of her head. And the moment she started to shake in my hold, I sensed she was ready to erupt in my mouth.
I licked her even more ferociously, making the combination of my tongue and fingers more brutal than before.
“Yes. Sweet Lord, yes.” When she threw her head back, biting another scream that threatened to give us away, I outdid myself burying my face into her wetness. Hell, yes, I wanted to have her scent remaining for hours, staining my skin as I planned on doing to her.
She bucked and gyrated, filling my mouth with her sweet cream. Damn, she did indeed taste like freshly picked peaches. My mother’s Georgian roots were showing, not that I was a country boy at heart, but I had a new love of picking juicy fruit off a tree.
Now wasn’t I just the poetic man? I refused to let her go, enjoying the way she was writhing in my hold more than I should.
Finally, I lifted my head, basking in the glow covering her flushed cheeks. “Come for me again, sunshine.”
“I can’t. It’s too… sensitive.”
“You can and you will obey me.”
She lowered her head, grinning as her breathing continued to be ragged. “Nope. It’s not going to happen.”
Hmm… The girl did so like to challenge me. Maybe I needed to teach her another sensual lesson. I wasn’t the kind of man who had a scrap of patience, nor did I hesitate when I wrapped my mind around something I wanted to do. Therefore, I kept my hold on her hips while plopping down on the bed, immediately dragging her over my lap. The second I brought my large palm down on her backside several times, she forgot all about the fact she was trying to remain quiet.
She even pummeled her fists against my leg all over again, as if that was going to do her any good. I did so enjoy experiencing her effort to take back control. I continued the spanking, even whistling at the same time as I covered every inch of real estate on her rounded bottom. The buildup of heat was quick, which brought a huge smile to my face.
“Ouch. Ouch. Stop it, you beast.”
“Not a chance.” When she almost managed to slide off my lap, I wrapped one leg over both of hers, taking my time humming my little tune while I popped a few more across her bottom. She jumped and whimpered, even tossing in a few whines now and then. I also rediscovered what a nasty little mouth she had on her.
“Fuck you, asshole. You’re a bastard prick.”
“Tsk. Tsk. Again, sweetheart. Would you like me to wash your mouth out with soap?”
“Argh!”
Her answer made me laugh. I peppered her bottom with a few more harsh strikes before rising off the bed with her in my arms. She clamped her legs against my hips, fisting her delicate hands. When she reared back, all I needed to do was to give her a harsh look all over again for her to stop.
“Now, here’s what is going to happen. I’m going to plant you on your feet where you’ll be a good girl while I finish undressing. Anything less and I might parade you around in town naked.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
I rolled the tip of my finger across her forehead then down the bridge of her nose. “Are you sure about that?”
