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I didn’t push her away from my hard-on, though. I held her in place. I let her feel it.
There was no hiding what she did to me, so I didn’t even try.
Her eyes were dry and her cheeks were pink as she stared at me. She looked indignant. But not angry. Not crying.
“I can’t believe you just did that!”
“I can’t believe you’re keeping secrets from me,” I countered. That shut her up. She chewed her lip, which made me smile.
“Are you mad at me?” she asked. I shook my head. “Really?”
“I would never have spanked you if I was angry.”
It was true. I was putting an end to her habit of hiding things from me. But if I had been truly angry, I would never have laid a hand on her. I would have walked away until I cooled off and then spanked her.
I was twice as big as she was. I was too strong. I could never risk actually hurting her.
I slipped a hand underneath her and rubbed her sweet fanny.
“Does it hurt?”
She shook her head immediately and I sighed in relief.
“Good. I was just trying to make a point.”
Her eyes opened wide.
“Did I?”
“Yes,” she said primly, and I laughed. She looked good, though. Better than she had since Meg died.
She was pink-cheeked and distracted from her woes.
And fuck, but I was having trouble resisting her.
“Melissa . . .”
I gripped her chin and brought my mouth down on hers. I kissed her wildly before tearing away. I was afraid to rush things. I didn’t want her thinking she had to have sex with me.
But I could have another taste of her . . .
“Take these pants off,” I commanded. She blushed even pinker but nodded. I watched hungrily as she stood up and pulled her jeans down. I should have spanked her bare ass, I thought to myself. Next time, I will.
It was crazy but I was already hoping she would misbehave again.
“Panties too,” I ordered her. She didn’t hesitate. I watched as she slid those innocent cotton panties down and stood there, her hands laced in front of my prize.
“Don’t hide yourself from me,” I growled, tugging her forward and nudging her legs apart. There . . . she stood there, her lower half completely bare. I could see her juicy little pussy in all its glory. I reached out and ran my thumb along the line where her lips met, then I popped it into my mouth for a taste.
“Hmm . . . chair. Now.”
I stood and lowered her into the arm chair where I had been sitting. I lifted a curvy thigh over one of the arms. I did the same with the other.
Ahh . . . perfect. There she was, spread open and waiting for me.
“Fuck, Melissa,” I breathed, in awe of how fucking hot she was. As much as I wanted her top off too, I was too distracted by the slick, inviting folds of her pussy to wait to get the rest of her clothes off.
I leaned forward and ran my tongue over her. She whimpered. I wondered suddenly if I was rushing her again, but then I pushed the thought aside. She wanted this, too. I could tell.
And I felt like I might die if I didn’t get a taste of her, make her come, get close to my ultimate goal. It wasn’t my cock, but my fingers and my tongue would get to be inside her. It was enough. It had to be enough for now.
But goddamn, did I want to yank my cock free and plunge it inside her.
“That’s nice, baby,” I murmured as I dragged my thumb over her clit, circling softly. She mewled and her hips started to move. I started tongue fucking her, hard and slow. She would be a natural at fucking, I realized with a sharp bolt of lust. She ran her fingers through my hair and kept time with my pace. I went faster, moving my tongue and fingers with precision. I was more fucking focused than I’d ever been in my life. I wanted my face glazed like a goddamned jelly donut.
I wanted her to come all over my face. Twice.
“Oh, oh, oh!” she squealed as I worked her pussy with my hands and mouth. She was coming, her legs trembling and trying to close as I held her thighs wide and played her body like my guitar.
But I didn’t want her to stop. I slipped my finger slowly inside her as I pulled her clit into my mouth and sucked, hard. She squealed, and I felt her rise up, only to crash down again. A double-header, I thought with a grin.
If two times was nice, why the fuck not go for three?
I flicked my tongue against her clit as fast as I could as her pussy clamped down on my finger. Fuck me. I couldn’t wait to feel her on my cock. I slipped a second finger in, feeling her stretch to accommodate me. When it was time, I was going to have to really take my time to prep her. I was too big and she was too tight.
