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“Don’t get your panties in a twist,” he said without turning around to look.
“Who says I’m wearing any?” I swatted his ass as I walked past him to the silverware drawer. I looked back.
As he turned to see me, I leaned over, hiking the shirt up to give him a good eyeful.
“I warned you to cover up for breakfast,” he said.
I turned around. “Or what?”
“I’m warning you,” he growled before he turned back to the stove.
I walked by him again. “I can do what I want.” I trailed a finger across his ass as I passed.
He didn’t respond.
I leaned against the island and undid the single button. “And I can dress the way I want.” I crossed my arms.
He turned. His eyes became predatory, and the bulge in his bathrobe gave him away.
I stood and uncrossed my arms. The shirt fell open.
He turned off the stove and lunged for me. “You're being naughty,” he said as he hoisted me over his shoulder. “Do you have any idea what happens to naughty girls?”
I shrieked as he carried me to the couch and placed me on the edge. “You promised to make it so I couldn’t walk straight,” I said with a giggle. I slid the shirt off.
He pushed my legs apart and stood back. His eyes feasted on my body; he took in all of me with the eyes of the lion.
“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.” He dropped the robe that had been tented over his cock.
His words were an aphrodisiac, water to my parched libido. My nipples pebbled, and my juices flowed as my eyes moved over his naked physique, relishing its raw power.
His gaze darted between my breasts and my open pussy. “Suck me,” he commanded, moving forward.
It wasn’t what I’d expected, but it was a start. I grabbed him and stroked and sucked with my two-handed Vivienne technique. It had worked the other day, and I hoped I could satisfy him this morning.
“Tell me what you want, you naughty hussy.”
I continued with my hands as I took my mouth off to answer him. “This is a good start.” I licked the length of his underside as I cupped his balls in one hand.
He pulled away. “Tell me what you want, naughty hussy,” he repeated.
I reached for his cock, but he backed out of reach. “I want you to do what you want,” I told him.
“A naughty girl never gets what she won’t ask for,” he said, stroking himself in front of me and licking his lips. He continued to pump.
I tried to grab for his cock again, but he swatted my hand away once more. I pulled the condom out of the shirt pocket and offered it to him.
He didn’t take it. He didn’t say a word. His breathing was heavy as his eyes bore down on me. He stroked himself faster.
“I want you to take me,” I said breathlessly. I needed him inside me so badly it hurt.
“You have to be clear, naughty girl.”
I stood and grabbed his cock. “I want you to fuck me, hard.”
With that, he backed away and tore open the condom packet. He handed it to me to sheath him.
I’d learned it was a turn-on for him when I rolled the latex over his length. I knelt before him and rolled it down, stopping a few times to lick his balls and look up into those predatory eyes.
