Page 10 of Keeping His Babygirl

I smirk at her sass. “Oh, I’m going to spank you either way. It’s just going to depend on you if it’s a funishment or a punishment.”

Her blue eyes widen, and she licks her plump bottom lip. “Not sure which one sounds better…”

I tip her chin up and kiss her softly, then pull back. “Funishment ends with my mouth buried in your wet cunt.”

Her breath hitches. “I won’t be late.”

“Good girl. Now drive safe.”

“I will.”

She gives me a little wave as she drives out of the parking lot. Some unknown feeling squeezes in my chest when she’s out of my sight. I immediately want to snatch her back to my chest and not let her go. God, I feel ridiculous. I’ve never been so taken with a woman before. I hardly know her, and somehow, I know she’s perfect for me.

That should scare the shit out of me. I’ve spent the better part of my adulthood avoiding complicated relationships. I flirt, give them a good time, and then send them on their way. I can’t imagine sending Addy away after just one night in her presence.

When her taillights are out of sight, I turn and get into my truck. The drive home is a quick one, and I’m glad for it because my every thought is centered on one thing—her.

My Addy.

My doll.

* * *

At nine o’clockon the dot, there is a tentative knock on the door to the private room I reserved for the night. On the other side, Addy stands, her hands clasped in front of her. I’m distracted from her nervousness when I take in what she’s wearing.

If I thought she was a knockout in jeans, she’s a fucking stunner in a tight black dress that hugs her curves like a second skin. Fuck me, she looks good enough to eat.

“Are you going to let me in?” she asks with a slight smile.

She’s definitely not oblivious to how she affects me. That’s fine. I want her to know how badly I want her. I stroked my cock twice last night at the thought of her in the hopes that I’d be able to control myself tonight. Seems like that was a pipe dream because two seconds in her presence, and I’m achingly hard and ready to pounce her like a rabid dog.

I take a step back and tug her into the room with me. I’ve got the door shut and locked with her back to it in seconds. Her lips greet mine hungrily when I crush mine to hers. I bury one hand in her thick hair, and the other squeezes her ass, pulling her boldly against me.

She gasps into my lips and rubs herself against my hard cock. Her fingers lock onto my shoulders, and she clings to me, our lips hungry for each other. We kiss like it’s been years since we’ve seen each other, not hours.

While we were apart, I was able to talk myself out of this crazy attraction. I almost convinced myself that last night was just a fluke. Maybe temporary insanity. But no. Now that she’s here in my hold, I know I was wrong. This is no fluke. There is no denying the way she affects me. The way she kisses me back makes me believe I’m not alone in my feelings.

I finally manage to rip my lips from hers. Her eyes are closed, her lips kiss swollen, and her skin is flushed a beautiful shade of pink. Slowly her eyes flutter open, and a smile curves her lips.

“I could get used to welcomings like that.”

“Then I’ll greet you with a kiss every time.”

She wriggles against me again, and I groan. The friction against my stiff cock is exquisite. “That feels like more than a little kiss,” she teases.

“Nothing little about it, doll,” I growl, rubbing against her so she can feel just how not little it is.

Her eyes flash with untamed lust. Then her small hand is over my jean-clad cock, squeezing me through the material and giving me a teasing stroke. Need unlike any other barrels through me, it takes all of my control to not snap. With a calming breath, I remove her hand and kiss her knuckles.

“I can take care of that for you,” she sweetly offers.

“There will be time for that later. Right now, it’s all about you and what you need.”

“And what is that?” she asks with a disappointed look as if I denied her some great pleasure.

“First of all, we need to go over the rules, then we need to take care of your punishment,” my words are a rough growl, proving that I’m barely hanging on to my control.

“Rules?” she asks with a raised brow. “What kind of rules?”

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