Page 28 of Tempting Tessa

I hook my thumbs into the waistband of my boxers. “Sometimes, what?”

She swallows hard. “Sometimes I think about you when I touch myself.”

“Good girl.” I push the boxers down, freeing my cock. It springs up against my stomach, thick and veined, the head already glistening with pre-cum. “This is what you do to me. Every. Fucking. Time.”

Her eyes widen, fixated on my cock. I wrap my hand around it, giving it a slow stroke from base to tip.

“You like what you see, stellina?” I ask, pumping myself lazily. “This cock has been aching for you for weeks.”

I take a step closer, still stroking myself. “You want this inside you? Want me to split that pretty pussy open with it?”

She doesn’t speak, just nods, her eyes glazed with lust.

“I wonder how badly you want it.” I circle my thumb over the head, spreading the pre-cum. “Take off your dress. Leave your panties and heels on.”

For a moment, I think she might refuse. Then her hands move to the zipper at the side of her dress. She drags it down, then shimmies the tight fabric over her hips until it joins my clothes on the floor.

My cock twitches in my hand at the sight of her standing there in nothing but a black lace thong and those fuck-me heels.

I circle her slowly, my cock in my hand, eyes drinking in every inch of her body. The back view is just as incredible—that plump ass barely contained by the black lace, the dimples at the base of her spine, the cascade of purple hair down her back.

She shivers as I complete my circuit around her, and I see goosebumps rising on her skin.

“You like being watched, being admired,” I say, not bothering to phrase it as a question. The evidence is right there in her hardened nipples, the way her chest flushes.

Her mouth opens, ready with some smart-ass denial, but I cut her off.

“Don’t lie to me, Contessa. I know.” I release my cock and step closer, trailing my hand down her back. My fingers trace her spine, stopping just above where the lace disappears between her cheeks. “I know exactly what gets you wet.”

I lean in, burying my nose in her hair and inhaling deeply. She smells like expensive perfume and arousal.

“What if I asked you to get on your knees for me?” I whisper directly into her ear, my breath hot against her skin. “Would you do it?”

She turns her head, those brown eyes defiant despite her obvious arousal. “I thought you were the one that wanted to be on your knees with my pussy in your mouth.”

I can’t help the laugh that escapes me. Even now, naked and trembling with need, she still has to challenge me. It’s what makes her Contessa. What makes me want her more than any other woman I’ve ever known.

I push up against her, forcing her backward toward the bed until her knees buckle against the edge of the mattress. My hand slides between her shoulder blades, shoving her down until her chest hits the silk sheets. With my foot, I kick her legs apart, spreading her wide for me.

“What the fuck do you think—” she starts, but I cut her off with a hard slap across her right ass cheek. A bright red welt blooms instantly on her skin.

“Whoa, that fucking hurt!” she yelps, trying to squirm away.

“I know,” I say, rubbing the reddened flesh with my palm. “It was supposed to.”

Her body shivers under my touch, and I can see her thighs trembling. I bring my hand down again on the other cheek, watching as it turns the same angry red.

“You gonna behave now?” I ask, massaging the heated flesh.

“Fuck you,” she spits, but her ass pushes back against my hand, seeking more contact.

She’s such a little fucking brat and there’s nothing I love more than taming one.

Gripping the thin strip of lace between her cheeks, I yank it upward, hard and sudden, watching as the fabric disappears between her pussy lips.

The sound she makes is somewhere between a gasp and a moan, her back arching instinctively as the lace digs into her most sensitive flesh.

“You like that?” I ask, twisting the fabric tighter, watching her squirm. “Your pussy’s eating these panties up like it’s starving.”