Page 34 of Losing Ansley

"Pain?" I ask.

"Like spanking." He states, and my mind immediately goes to the night I climbed into his bedroom window when I attempted to kiss him.

"You've thought of doing that?" I question. "Have you done that with other women?" I mumble and bite the inside of my cheek. I don't know if I want to know the answer to this. His hand comes up to cup my jaw.

"No. I haven't. I've always wanted to experiment, but I never found anyone I wanted to experiment with." I stare at him as I suck in a breath. His hand runs along my jaw to my nape, pulling me in until our lips almost touch.

"I want to experiment with you." He whispers. And I stare at him, my eyes wide.

"I want that too," I admit, and his lips land on mine. I wrap myself around him. I didn't know it could be like this.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

LINCOLN

FINALLY, HAVINGmy hands on Ansley after her ignoring me for six weeks is like being lifted out of my own personal hell. My cock is aching to be buried in her, but I ignore it. I wrap my arms around her waist as I drink her in.

My tongue massages hers, and I can't believe it took me this long to give in to this. I pull back a little, and I'd be lying if I said my ego wasn't being stroked with how long it takes her to come to her senses. When her eyes open, I push her hair back.

"Let's go to your room," I whisper, and her eyes widen a little.

"A bed is the only place we haven't had sex yet," I explain, and she chuckles. She lifts, and I help her stand as I admire her. She is gorgeous. Her tits are big enough to fit in the palm of my hands, and her hips are the perfect size to grab hold of while I'm thrusting into her. When my eyes meet hers, she arches an eyebrow.

I smirk, bringing my thumb up to rub over her bottom lip. I stand, grab her hand, and lead her to the bedroom that's only a few steps away. She stands at the foot of her bed and turns to me. My cock is angry and tired of being ignored. I grasp it and begin to stroke. Her eyes fall to it, and she watches as I stroke myself. She licks her lips, and one side of my mouth tips up.

"Like what you see, sweetheart?" I ask, and she nods. She starts to walk toward me, but I shake my head.

"As much as I'd love to come in that pretty mouth, I need to bury myself in your pussy." I growl, and she gasps. "Get on the bed on all fours." She hesitates, and I step forward, still grasping my cock.

"Later, we are going to establish some rules," I state to her, watching her swallow.

"Rules?" She squeaks out. Taking another step, I explain,

"Yes. Rules. Limits. Such as every time you don't follow my instructions, immediately, I get to spank that pretty perky ass of yours." Her hand moves up to the base of her throat, and she exhales shakily. She rubs her luscious thighs together while tugging her bottom lip between her teeth. Her reactions proved that my girl was a dirty one, and I fucking loved it.

I smirk and continue, "Does that idea make you hot, gorgeous? Do you like the thought of my hand reddening that perfect ass?" She remains quiet, shrugging her shoulders as the red creep up her neck; she looks away.

I stroke myself and demand, "Eyes on me, Ansley." She turns back, eyes wide, pupils were blown with need. Oh yes, she is definitely my dirty girl.

"Communication is key here. So when I ask a question, you answer it. Honestly." I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her close, trapping my cock between us. I'm two seconds away from forming into a caveman, but I hold it together long enough to finish this. "Okay?" She nods.

"Okay." She responds, and I smile at her, leaning down to kiss her.

"That's my good girl," I tell her, and she practically purrs from my praise. "Now, do you like the idea of me spanking you?" I ask her again, and she takes a deep, shuddering breath.

"Yes." She looks down like she's ashamed, but I put my fingers under her chin and lift until her eyes meet mine. "I've fantasized about you doing that to me since I was eighteen." She admits, and a rumble escapes from my chest as I think back on the night she climbed through my window. I run my lips up her jaw.

"Is that why you're always such a brat?" I ask her, and she giggles.

"Maybe. But I also like to piss you off." I lean back, shake my head at her, move my hand to the back of her neck, and wrap her hair in my fist, pulling it slightly.

"Well, you can be a brat all you want from here on out but expect to be walking around with a permanently red ass," I warn her, and I see excitement light in her eyes. This will be fun, but I've had enough of the talking. I need to be inside her in the next two seconds. Turning her around, I slapped her on the ass, and she yelps.

"That's just a teaser. Now get on the bed on all fours. I believe I still owe you four more orgasms." I tell her, and she shakes her head but still crawls onto the bed on all fours.

"Lincoln, there's no way I'm going to be able to come again." She tells me. I crawl onto the bed behind her, making her spread her legs so I can fit between them. I wrap one hand around her throat and the other around her waist and pull her up, so her back is against my front. I put my lips against her ear.

"You've said that several times sweetheart. Why?" I ask her as I hold her in place. She places her hands on my arm around her waist, clutching it.

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