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She moans and leans back.
“I didn’t think so.” I kiss her inner thigh and then trail my tongue over her sensitive skin back to her pussy. I run my tongue through her folds, dip into her passage before moving back up to her clit and flicking the tip of my tongue over the swollen nub.
When I pull back a moment, I notice the redness of her ass cheeks in stark contrast to the creaminess of her thighs. My cock presses against my trouser zipper, but tonight isn’t about me. This moment is all about my girl.
Thrusting two fingers into her cunt, I fuck her with them, harder and faster as I devour her pussy. I’ve never tasted such sweetness. I’ll be drunk off her before the night is over.
And I’d gladly suffer the hangover.
“Do you want to come, baby girl?” I lift up from her pussy for a brief second and look up at her. Her pupils have spread open, diminishing her pretty blue irises. “You have to tell me. Do you want to come?”
“Yes,” she nods, and still, I can see the war in her gaze. It’s all right. She can have her doubts for now. I’ll give her time to work it out in her mind. We have the rest of our lives for her to figure out that she’s mine. Always has been, and always will be.
“Come for me then,malyshka.” I grin as I double the strength of my thrusts. Her eyes roll back, and she falls to her elbows. “Come—don’t make me tell you again.” I harden my voice. Her pussy pulsates around my fingers. The poor girl is so close, but she’s fighting it.
“Do you want another spanking? Should I redden your ass more?” Her thighs tighten. My girl likes my voice. “Show me how much of a good girl you are. Be a good girl for me, Billie.” I sink my teeth just above her sex, then slowly move back to her clit.
“Come for me, good girl,” I say between sweeps of my tongue over her clit. “Be a good girl for me.”
“Oh, fuck!” she screams and sits up, pushing her feet into the ottoman and nearly leaping from the cushioned seat. “Fuck!”
I don’t let up; I keep fucking her with my fingers, and lick up every drop of her juices while she rides the waves of her orgasm.
“Oh, oh!” She bucks up again, but I press my weight down on her to settle her. I won’t let her run from any of these sensations.
Only when she heaves a heavy breath do I still my fingers and drag them from her pussy. Leaning back on my heels, I bring my gaze to hers. Her face is flushed, her hair messed. Was she pulling on it? Next time she comes, I want to watch her expressions.
With her eyes locked on mine, I bring my fingers to my lips and lick off every bit of her release from my fingers. Her jaw clenches, and she turns her head when I pull my fingers out of my mouth.
I grab the hem of her dress and pull it down to cover her pussy, smoothing out the material. When I’m back on my feet, I help her to hers and brush a stray hair from her cheek.
“I normally wouldn’t allow you any pleasure if I have to punish you, but tonight was different. It’s special.”
“Special how?” she asks, some of her snark already returning to her voice.
She’s going to keep me on my toes, and I’m going to love every second of it. “We got engaged.”
She pinches her lips together. “Temporarily.”
I full on grin at her frustration. “We’ll see.” I leave her standing in her own annoyance and go to my dresser, dig out a shirt, and bring it back to her. “You can wear this to bed.” It’s going to swallow her up, but it’s better than sleeping in her dress. And as much as I’d rather she just be naked, I’m not going to push her any more tonight.
“Thanks.” She looks at the door. “What room do you want me to use?”
I look pointedly at the bed behind her. “This one.”
“But this is your room.”
“It is.” I nod. “I have a few phone calls to make before I go to sleep though, so you’ll have the bed to yourself for a while.” I brush my fingers over her bottom lip. “I won’t ravish you in your sleep, no need to worry. And in the morning, I’ll take you home.”
Her eyes search my face. “Really?” A hint of disappointment flashes in her eyes.
“Yes.” I nod. “Now, change and get into bed.” I head to the bathroom where I take a piss and wash my hands before returning to the bedroom. She’s already in bed, the blankets tucked up to her chin. Her dress drapes the ottoman.
“Do you want a light on? I can leave the closet light on for you. The bathroom light is too bright, I think.” I lean over her, pressing my hands into the mattress on either side of her.
“I’m fine.” She shakes her head. “I’m not scared of the dark or anything like that.” She lifts her chin. There’s no need for her bravery with me just downstairs. I’ll never let anything hurt her, but she hasn’t learned that yet. My little girl still needs time.
“All right. I’ll just be down in my office. If you need me, it’s downstairs. Take a left and go down the hallway, first door on your right,” I explain. “I’ll give you a real tour after breakfast.”
