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“Yeah?” She ran her hands up my shoulders, linking her fingers around the back of my neck.
I urged her up against my erection. “Tell me you want it ‘a little harder’ again.”
Her mouth edged up. “You liked that, huh?”
I slapped that perfect bottom. “So it was deliberate?”
“No! It wasn’t, I swear.”
“What if I think you’re lying?”
That long, curvy body pressed against mine. “You know I’m not.”
I did, but I liked playing games with her. “Hm.” I made my tone stern. “Now tell me what you want or I’ll have to spank you.” I smacked her ass again just for the hell of it.
She rubbed against me, back and forth, back and forth. “I want it hard,” she said, sliding me a suggestive look from beneath her lashes.
Oh, baby. My dick lengthened, pressing against my zipper. “How hard?”
“Very, very hard.” As she spoke, her fingers snaked between our bodies to undo my pants. She reached inside, stroking me over my boxer briefs, sending a heated bolt straight to my balls.
“Bad girl.” Catching her wrist, I removed her hand. “You have to ask permission before you touch me.”
She pouted up at me. “Please…Master.”
The woman was going to slay me. I might as well stab a dagger in my own chest and be done with it.
Dragging in a breath, I caught her lower lip between my teeth, enjoying how her pulse sped up at the tiny pain.
“Not yet,” I said against her mouth. “First I get to play.”
I tugged off her sweater. Her bra followed, and then the rest of her clothes. When she was naked, I lifted her up and walked backward with her until we were at the bar in her kitchenette.
Shoving a stool out of the way, I set her on top of the smooth wood and smacked the side of her knee. “Spread your legs.”
When she complied, her hands on either side of her hips, I nipped each of her nipples, enjoying how they beaded under my tongue.
She rasped my name. “Hurts…”
“Too much?” I soothed the reddened tips with my tongue.
“No.” A seductive smile. “It’s…hot.”
Sliding an arm behind her back to support her, I sucked each of her nipples into my mouth, tonguing them as she moaned and squirmed beneath me. I gave them each a final, wet kiss.
“You’re my angel, aren’t you? My bad-girl angel.”
“Yes…”
“Keep those hands on the bar,” I ordered and trailed my lips down her rounded abdomen until I reached her center.
I swiped my tongue through her glistening pink lips. She gasped and arched her back. I did it again, then sucked hard on her clit. She was panting now. I pulled back a little so I could see her.
Her eyes were half-closed, her mouth slack with enjoyment, her nipples rosy and pointed.
My woman. My own naked, pregnant Madonna.
Mine.
