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Me, the masochist I was, managed to tap his ass again as he wandered back up the driveway.
He turned around, looking at me over his shoulder like he didn’t know if he was going to laugh or spank me.
I hoped for the latter.
“You never learn,” was all he said before he was back on me, spanking me properly. Only problem was, his hand was massive and curved around my rear so well that he managed to smack my pussy, too.
I couldn’t help the surprised groan that poured from my mouth as he left intense throbs in wake of the spank. It took everything in me not to beg him to do it again.
When he finally backed away, and I met his eyes, I could see a flush on his cheeks and the way his chest was rising and falling in rapid succession.
Was he turned on, too?
“Get your ass home, Freya,” he rumbled, pointing to my car as he backed toward the house, not giving me another chance at smacking his ass.
I slid off the trunk, each movement making my nipples almost burn with excessive sensitivity. I’d picked a bad day to wear a lace bra, because it was pretty easy to see my nips poking out when I finally got off the trunk of my own damn car.
Ashton slid his hand back over his face as if forcing himself awake, but I saw his eyes dip down. I saw him take in the obvious need of my body.
He did nothing though, only turned and headed into his house, slamming the door between us.
With his sweats still on me, I took a second to gather myself, then drove the ten minutes home.
Me and Rumbly Rick were going to have a fun night tonight. Hopefully I had fresh batteries.
I was going to need them.
Chapter 10
Ashton
What the actual fuck was I thinking? The moment my hand touched her ass, it was like my brain turned off and all I wanted to do was soothe the sting I knew I left there. Maybe that age-old game wasn’t as harmless as I’d always thought, because now I couldn’t stop feeling the softness of her flesh beneath my hands, and the curve of what I definitely knew was her pussy against my fingertips.
Oops.
I wasn’t even sure what I liked more, that my aggression turned her on, or that she took as well as she gave.
That girl was going to be the death of me. Probably literally, because if Tommy Gun knew that I’d just touched her vagina, he would definitely kill me.
In my sleep.
With a rusty spoon.
After accidentally copping a feel, then the way her nipples were pebbled like she was totally fucking aroused, I had to put space between us. After our conversation earlier about beard burn on thighs, I was barely in control of my cock as it was. Now knowing she was turned on too? Holy shit, it was a bad mix of chemicals. Chemicals that would combust, and then burn toxic.
But shit, that girl was like a true valkyrie, like her namesake. Tough as nails, beautiful as the goddess herself, but lust and sex would lead to nothing but war and death.
Melodramatic, yes, but Tommy was my guy, and I wouldn’t do anything to hurt our relationship. I would have to be a complete asshat to do that.
After watching Freya leave from the front window of my place, I closed everything up, including the garage that still had the transmission laying around in the corner amongst my toolboxes. I had to get her out of my house, because my control was slipping. Big time.
I convinced myself that a shower was a good thing, which in theory it was, except once I was naked under the hot water, my cock started to throb again. I’d taken care of my own needs for a long time, but this was different. It wasn’t just random boobs or a stranger on a screen filling my brain. No, it was my best friend’s daughter and her curvy, lush ass, hard nipples, and lusty words working me up now.
My hand fisted my cock, slowly dragging down under the slickness of the water beating down on me.
Caterpillar guy and beard burn. Fuck, I would give her beard burn so good she’d feel it for days afterwards, so she'd remember just what it felt like to have my face buried in her cunt.
I came all over my hand, my body throbbing in time with my dick as I finally managed to shove thoughts of Freya out of my head.
