Total pages in book: 144
Estimated words: 138522 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138522 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
“That’s not possible.”
I laugh, deep and soft. “You sure about that?”
“Yes. Yes, I am.”
I run my hand down her spine and over her butt cheek before sliding my fingers along her slick sex. She lifts into the touch, and I start patting her sex and then stroking it. Patting and then stroking it. My lips return to her ear. “What do you want?”
“I don’t know,” she pants. “I just—I—”
I pat her sex harder and then give her backside a small smack. She pants out, “I thought you weren’t going to spank me!”
“That’s not a spanking, Abbie,” I assure her, dipping fingers inside her and then starting the patting of her sex yet again, in between stroking and finger fucking her. I give her another smack, and she arches into me.
“Oh God,” she pants out, my fingers diving into her, but I don’t have her where I want her.
I lay down on my back and pull her into a sixty-nine position with no intention of receiving any favors. I just want my hand on her ass, and her clit on my tongue with a goal: her orgasm on my tongue while my hand makes her want that spanking.
Chapter thirteen
Gabe
We’re still in that sixty-nine position I placed us in, with Abbie on top of me.
My hand is on her backside, my intent with that placement is to promise more than a resting palm, I lick Abbie’s clit, and then squeeze her plump, perfect, ass. Her hand flattens on my rock-hard cock and she begins to stroke while her lips find my stomach. My cock expands against my pants, but I refuse to give into the pulse of need burning inside me. I refuse to let my mind go crazy with the idea of her mouth on my cock. Her tongue on my cock. And holy hell, I want her sucking me off, but not now. Now is about her. Which is exactly why I smack her backside and not gently this time. It’s close to a real spanking, but not quite there.
I suckle her and she gasps, arching into my mouth. I add some finger action, working her with such intensity that she ends up laying her head on my stomach, soft, sweet sounds of pleasure sliding from her lips and that’s it. She’s gasping again and then, “Oh God. Oh—Gabe, I—” She spasms around my fingers, the sweet, salty taste of her orgasm on my tongue and I swear when she collapses on top of me, I’m smiling. Orgasm number three, and enough trust to get me a whole lot further than I expected. I roll her to her side and kiss her clit.
She flattens on her back. “Oh God,” she pants out. “What are you doing to me?”
“Not as much as I plan to do to you,” I promise, already naked and rolling a condom down the thick pulse of quite possibly one of the hardest hard-ons I’ve ever had.
She raises up on her elbows, all that red hair wild around her face and shoulders, her breasts high and full, nipples puckered, her gaze raking over my erection before she says, “You spanked me.”
“I gave you a few love taps, sweetheart,” I correct, joining her on the bed, and rolling us both to our sides, my cock pressed into the warm, wet sweet spot between her legs. “When I spank you, you’ll be across my lap and you’ll feel it a whole lot more than you just did.”
“I’m not ever—”
I press inside her, raising her leg to my hip. “Never say never, Abbie,” I say, cupping her ass and driving deep inside her sex, all that wet, tight heat squeezing the hell out of my shaft.
She pants and moans into my mouth as I kiss her, making damn sure she tastes herself on my tongue. There’s going to be a whole lot more of her on my tongue, too. I lick deeper and pump into her. She arches into me and I squeeze her ass. “Tell me what I did made you feel good,” I order.
“You know it did,” she whispers, fingers digging into my shoulder.
I tangle my fingers in those soft red curls of hers. “You liked my hand on your ass. Say it.”
“I’m not—”
I kiss her and thrust hard. “Say it,” I order.
“Why do you want me to say it?”
“Because there’s nothing wrong with owning what you like. There’s nothing wrong with us doing what we like together.”
“Gabe,” she breathes out, a plea to let her off the hook, but I don’t.
“Did you like what I did to you?” I demand.
“Yes,” she whispers.
“Do you want me to do it again another time?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
“Then we agree there’s going to be another time.”
“Yes.”
“That’s what I want,” I tell her, rolling her to her back and driving into her, my mouth on her mouth, my hand on her breasts until that edge of need I’ve been banking won’t be banked anymore.