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“Oh God, another deal.” I choke out and he chuckles. “What is it?”
“I’ll give you twenty seconds to rub this pretty little pussy all over my tongue.” He spreads my legs and sends one over his shoulder. “If you don’t come, we’re going to try my little experiment and I’m going to spank you until you come all over my hand.”
Fuck.“What if I do come? Then what do I get?” I breathe out.
“Whatever you want,” he tells me.
“I think you’re underestimating how good your tongue feels on my clit,” I tell him as I press my sex to his mouth. I run one hand through his hair before tugging it gently to get him where I want him and begin rocking my hips against him. His tongue doesn’t move how it usually does, only flicking every few seconds. And at this angle and on one leg, it’s a little difficult to make myself come against him. He wants me to do all the work.He did this on purpose.
Just as I finally find a rhythm against him, he pulls back and looks up at me with those gorgeous blue eyes and a smug grin on his shiny full lips. “Times up.”
“So, you don’t want me to come, is that what you’re saying?” I glare at him, knowing that making me come is already high on Wes Beckham’s favorite things to do.
“There will be plenty of time for you to come on my tongue later.” He opens me up again and smacks me three times in succession causing me to let out a sound somewhere between a squeal and a moan. “But I shouldn’t let you come at all after all the teasing you did today.” He presses his hard body against mine, dragging his finger down my body and between my legs to massage my clit. “At one point, I had to make the active decision to stop looking at you because every move you made was turning me on.” He drops his lips to my neck. “One look and you get me hard.”
He lifts me into his arms and carries me to the bedroom. Within seconds, he’s seated on the bed and I’m across his lap, my body so wound up with the need to come. There’s something so erotic about the fact that I’m completely naked and lying across his lap while he’s fully clothed and my pussy throbs at the sexiness of it. He smacks one of my ass cheeks first, followed by the other. “I’m going to spank you for every time you teased me.”
“I didn’t do it on purpose!” I whine, even though Idefinitelydid.
“Oh? I think that’s a lie. I do remember quite a few sexy texts throughout the day and more than a few times you brushed against me when I couldn’t react.” His voice is low and I can already feel him hardening beneath me.
“Those were”—he lands a smack on my ass—“accidents!”
“And the texts about wanting to suck my dick the second you saw me?”
“I thought you’d like it!”
“Oh, I did, Princess. I liked it so fucking much.” He smacks me rapidly three times on each cheek before he brings my ass up higher and brushes his knuckles against my wet sex.
I let out a breath, wondering if he’s going to spank me or finger me. “Touch my pussy, please.”
“You’re so wet. You like Daddy’s spankings, don’t you?”
“Oh God…” I moan because if this is where we’re going, I’m going to come so fucking hard when it’s time. “Yes!”
“Your squirming, baby. Are you rubbing your wet pussy all over my suit?”
“Oh fuck.” He lands another smack on my ass before I feel one on my sex and I dig my fingers into the bed, trying to release some of the tension coursing through me. “Spank me until I come, please,” I beg. “I want to come, I need to come. I can’t…” I trail off. “Daddy, please!”
“Are you going to tease Daddy anymore?” I don’t respond and he lands another spank on my cunt causing me to moan. “Answer me.”
“N-no.” I respond, though we both know that’s a lie.
“Are you lying to me?”
“Yes…” I trail off, and in a flash, I’m on my back on the bed, my legs spread, and he’s kneeling on the floor in front of me. I look down just in time for the sting of three fingers on my clit to vibrate through me. “Fuck!”
“Your clit is so fucking swollen.” He growls. “God, look how pretty you are.” He smacks me five times in rapid succession each time a little harder than the last. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No, keep going.” I drag a finger into my mouth and bite down.
“You tell me if it’s too much.”
“It’s not.” I moan. “It’s never too much with you.”
“Fuck. Baby, do you need me to fuck you now?” He asks and when I look down, I see him pulling off his jacket.
“Spank me first,” I tell him and I move up onto my elbows so I can watch, totally enraptured by the way he touches me. I note that he’s been using his tattooed hand which just adds to how hot all of this is. My pussy is pink and wet and my clit is completely exposed from him spreading me open. I feel a level of vulnerability that I’ve never felt with anyone ever and it’s making my heart start to pound in my chest. I’ve been with men for multiple years and no one ever made me feel the way Wes does. No one touched me or fucked me or kissed me like he does. Hell, no one even looked at me the way he does. No one made me feel as cherished or like I was the most special woman in the room.
