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Anything. I’ll do anything she asks. If she tells me to keep it in my pants, braid her hair, and make her a charcuterie board, I’ll do that. Happily. I’ll even watch her annoying TV shows, the ones with the fake-tanner and far too much drama.

“How about…” She stands on her tiptoes, her hands on my shoulders, her lips brushing against my ear. “We skip the part where I’m a brat, and jump right into the part where you turn my ass red?”

I groan. “Aurora…”

“What?” She blinks up at me. Her lips are already swollen from our kisses, and her cheeks are rosy. “Did I go too far?”

“Not too far. Never too far.”

I step away and look her up and down. Before I can admire what she’s wearing, she slips the silky robe over her shoulders and reveals dark purple lingerie. Lace clings to her every curve: her soft, round belly, her generous ass, her breasts spilling from the cup. Everything she wears drives me crazy, but seeing her like this…

It’s almost as good as seeing her in my button-up shirts. Almost.

“How am I supposed to look at you like this and degrade you?” I chuckle and shake my head. “Princess…”

“Because it’s what I want.” She shoves my chest, her eyes sparkling with mirth. “Look, if you really want me to be a brat, I can do it.”

To my surprise, I do. I lift an eyebrow, and she seems to take the hint.

“Fine.” She lowers to her knees, looking up at me with doe eyes. “I’ll just have to tease you until you do what I need you to do. Is that how this works?”

I nod subtly, giving her a cue to keep going, and she unzips my pants, pulling them to the floor. Nothing I’m wearing underneath could compare to her—what she looks like, how she sounds, what she wears.

She moans softly as her lips wrap around me; I feel the vibrations everywhere. Around my dick. Deep in my soul. My length hardens in her mouth. Her teasing is never-ending. She runs her tongue along the underside, humming.

At this point, she must be trying to get me off, and while I’m anything but powerless, I won’t stop her.

Just when I’m about to blow it, she pulls her head back, dropping her hands. Taunting as she promised, but I didn’t think she had it in her to deny me, considering how happy she usually is to let me fill her with my cum.

Gods, I’d really like to fill her with my cum.

“Get up,” I grit out.

She flutters her lashes. She knows exactly what she’s doing, doesn’t she? “Or what?”

I lift her and sling her over my shoulder. It’s better to answer with actions sometimes, and I do just that, throwing her face-up onto her bed. She’s quick to arch her back, spreading her legs, and there’s already a wet spot there.

My lips part at the sight of her fat ass and her swishing hips.

I settle in behind her, wetting my lips and grabbing her behind with both hands. “Count for me.”

Without a moment of warning, I slap my hand against her ass with a loud crack.

She gasps. “One.”

“Good. How many do you think you deserve for teasing me?”

“As many as you want, sir.”

“Even better. We’ll keep going until you can’t take any more.” My cock was already hard, but it’s dripping as I slap her ass again, inhaling sharply. I give her a moment of relief, rubbing my fingers between her legs over the underwear to feel how turned on she is for me.

Her gasps of pain become adorable little moans, and she pushes back to meet me.

“You’re not done already, are you?” I ask, sternly.

“No, sir.”

I tap her this time. Just a tease. “Good. I think you need at least two more.”