Her face is flushed, but not just with heat. Embarrassment casts uncertainty over her face. “This is really awkward.” She clears her throat, her eyes darting away.
I blink slowly. “You don’t have to do anything except enjoy it.”
Her face is redder than a ripe cherry. “What if you, um, don’t like it?” Vulnerability shakes through her, and I hear the unspoken question:What if you decide you don’t like me afterward?Her fingers in my hair clench hard enough to make me wince, but instead, I laugh darkly.
“Baby, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this. You smell incredible—like a woman, like my Klein. Like the person I want to devour and wake up next to every morning.”
She exhales…but doesn’t let go. A multitude of emotions cross her face as they war within her. What past asshole of a boyfriend hurt her? I want to go back in time and pound the guy’s face.
“I don’t like it when you think or talk badly about the woman I care about, Klein,” I confess, barely refraining from telling her I’ve loved her for a long time because I’m afraid I might scare her away. She’s more skittish than a startled bunny.
Her eyelashes flutter as she takes a stunned moment to process, then she meets my eyes. “You care about me…?”
I look up at the vulnerable hope pooling in the deep violet of her gaze. My heart throbs. “Ailee Klein, I wouldn’t be on my knees in front of you if I didn’t.”
She bites her lip again. Her brow furrows as she looks down at me, although the pressure in her hands remains the same. “Are you going to punish me?” Her voice is shaky with trepidation and anticipation.
“Yes. I’ll punish you every time you say something negative about yourself, no matter the place or time.”
Her throat works, but she slowly relaxes her hands. I push the skirt out of the way and breathe in her scent, biting back a groan. She’s hot all over, and I’ll stay on my knees forever as long as I get to be between her legs.
I part her folds and use my tongue to tease the soft pink flesh. She lets out a soft sigh. I can’t believe she was going to deny us this gratification. I pull her clit into my mouth and gently suck, flicking the tip of my tongue over the swollen nub. Her thighs tremble. Her hands dig into my hair, pulling me close now.
Yes, my beautiful girl, ride my face and make yourself feel good.
As if she hears my thoughts, she gently rocks against my face. I love that she’s getting greedy for the pleasure I’m giving her. She cranes her neck, her glorious hair cascading around her shaking shoulders and breasts.
“Oh my God, oh my God,” she whimpers.
I lap her up, drinking in her honeyed juices. Every whimper and moan raises my temperature. My cock strains against the confines of my clothes as need throbs in my veins.
“Josh, that feels amazing. Yes, right there,” she says, moving against me to show exactly what she means.
I push two fingers into her tight pussy and pump. The hot juices drip down all the way to the heel of my hand. Her response is so erotic, it’s such a turn-on. She grinds herself against my mouth. I add another finger while I suck and lick her stunningly responsive clit.
She screams, then grinds as she rides the wave. My movements grow more frenzied. I’m determined to push her to another height with my mouth. I want her to remember how much I crave her—all of her.
She comes again. Her shriek fills the kitchen until suddenly, the sound turns hoarse as though she’s losing her voice. Her knees tremble as her legs fold.
I pull her close and carry her to the huge dining table, then spin her around. She slaps her palms on the cool glass to brace herself. I press my hand on her back, push her down until she’s bent over the table. Her beautiful ass sticks out. I rub my palms over each cheek, enjoying the taut curvature.
“Jesus, you’re so perfect.” Impatient, I rip away at my belt and slacks and pull out my throbbing cock. The veins on my dick jerk. “I can’t wait.” I position myself and push in.
“Yes, ohyessss…” She pants as the slick muscles tighten around my cock. She’s searing hot, and my control snaps.
I drive into her hard, desperately trying to erase all that’s happened since I walked out the door this morning. She moves with me, intensifying our pleasure. I love it that I can make her go crazy with lust. I love it that I can satisfy her and give her everything she needs. But I haven’t forgotten the promiseof punishment. I smack one cheek hard enough to leave a palm print. She gasps.
“For your punishment.” I rub the red spot and smack her again. Her pussy spasms around my cock. I bite my lip to contain a groan. “Count, baby,” I tell her. “Five more.”
“Yes,” she moans.
I give her a smack; she flinches. “One.” I rub the spot, which is quite red. I give her another on the same cheek. “Two.” She groans against the table, the muscles of her butt quivering. I stroke tenderly, then smack the other cheek.
“Three.” A moan.
I smack it again. “Four.” And again. “Five.” With each spank, her pussy pulses and overflows with slickness.
“My pretty girl, don’t forget—I love everything about you. Nobody says shit about you and gets away with it, not evenyou.” I pound into her ruthlessly.
