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She’s not going to get what she wants. This time she’s getting what I want. And that’s my handprint on her ass.
“It was a promise,” I say. I drop my hand from her face to grab her waist, turning her toward the island.
“Hey!” She grabs the opposite edge of the island as I press down on her lower back, folding her over the butcher-block countertop.
I lean against the side of her body, wrapping my arm around her waist, pulling her closer to me. Enjoying the view of having her pinned down like this, I bring my hand down, giving her beautiful ass a nice, solid spank.
She moans low and long, her hair falling over the wood as she rests her cheek on the island.
“I think you like my hand on your ass a little too much. Is that why you’re testing me?” I run a hand up her inner thigh, rubbing her over her jeans. “Naughty little thing.” My words, my actions elicit another moan and as she enjoys my heavy pets, rolling her hips, I pull away and spank her again, harder this time.
She whines, sucking breath in between her teeth. “You’re not giving me what I want, so why should I give you what you want?” She tosses her face over her shoulder, glaring at me in a way that makes me want to rip her jeans off her and fuck her over this island right now. “I want more liquor.”
I smack her ass right where the lower half of her cheeks meet the tops of her thighs, spanking her softly right over that sweet, magical spot that I know is making her pussy dripping wet for me. The sounds she’s making tell me I’m right.
“If you drink any more of that stuff, you might be sick tomorrow.” I let my fingers walk over the denim seam of her jeans, the one that runs from her waist over the crack of her ass, leading me to heaven.
“Unh!” she moans, dissatisfied. She wriggles her hips. “If you don’t give me more than just teasing me, I—could die. That’s way worse than being sick.”
“You’re being dramatic.” I give her ass a nice, hearty slap, enjoying the sound as it echoes through the small cabin. “You’re lucky I don’t take these jeans off you and spank your bare ass.”
“You’d love that.” She gives a huff. She’s not wrong. The idea alone, her creamy, bare ass over that island, my angry red handprints all over it, makes me tug at the zipper of my jeans, shifting my cock. “Look,” she continues, “I’ve been thinking about it and I’m over it.” I give her another good spank, making her interrupt herself with an, “Ow! Can you stop and listen for a second? Anyway, I’ve decided.”
My hand hovers in the air. “And?”
“I don’t want to wait any longer.” My hand stays hovering over her ass. She’s piqued my attention. I hold back my spank, letting her keep talking. She takes a deep breath. “I want to experience everything. And you seem more than eager to teach me.”
“God, girl. Don’t say that.” Not with this raging hard-on she’s given me. Have I given her that impression? “Me? I’ve told you nothing can happen between us.” I spank her hard enough to make her shriek, then again.
“Yeow!”
I stop. “What makes you say I’m eager to teach you?”
Flipping her hair over her shoulder, she stares at me. Her cheeks are flushed, making her look even prettier. She’s breathing heavily. Her blue eyes cut into mine. “Your cock tells me every time you stand next to me.”
Shit. She’s right. Even now, my pants are too tight, my cock throbbing.
“You’re wrong.” I spank her again. Hard and fast, taking my frustrations out on her ass.
Moaning, she grinds her hips against the edge of the island.
It’s hard when she’s so responsive to my touch, to not take more from her. To not rip off these jeans and steal it all. I can’t play this game any longer, wondering where the line is. Should I give her what she asks for? Should I take what she offers?
I’m going crazy.
She is driving me crazy.
She continues to argue with me, her voice high-pitched from the pain I’m inflicting. “It’s my body and I know what I want.” Her voice dips, low and calm, something in it I don’t recognize. “I don’t want to wait.”
There’s a pleading in her tone. It hits me. Hard. Makes me want to make bad decisions.
Do I owe her this? Giving her what she wants? Maybe. Maybe it is time I give her body a taste of what it’s been begging for. It’ll give me great satisfaction to make her want more. Beg me for more.
Let her go crazy for once. I grab her hips. “Come here.”
I lift her up, setting her on the countertop opposite the island, where she first grabbed the bottle.
“I won’t steal your first kiss.” I brush the pad of my thumb over her lips. Making her tremble. “No, I won’t steal your first kiss. But I will kiss you.”
