Page 11 of Dirty Rich Cinderella Story

She also isn’t thinking about whatever it was that made her need this escape. I don’t own her yet this night, but we’re getting there. And so, I push harder. “Too much of a lady, are you? I could fix that, if I had at least one more night, but since I don’t—” I lick her clit.

She sucks in air and stabs fingers into my hair and holds on. I smile and lick her again, suckling her into my mouth, my fingers sliding through the wet heat of her body, but I’m not going to let her come. Not yet. I kiss her belly, and she pulls at my shirt. I wrap my arms around her backside and drag her into my lap. By the time she’s straddling me, we’re already kissing again, but she hasn’t given up on my shirt. “Take it off,” she orders, unhooking two of the buttons.

At this point, I’m all about having her body pressed to mine, and I reach behind me, and pull it over my head, tossing it behind us. A moment later, I’m molding her close, my hand wide between her shoulder blades, the other on her breast while my mouth suckles and licks at her nipple. She arches into my mouth, and I hold her, but I still don’t own her. I still don’t have her where I want her, where she wants to be.

I tangle fingers into her hair, drag her gaze to mine. “I want to spank you.”

She stiffens and presses her hands to my shoulders. “What?”

I know from her reaction this is new to her, terrifying to her. “It’s pleasure. It’s not pain, but it’s the ultimate escape. Nothing else exists. Trust me, sweetheart, it’s not a beating. It’s erotic. It’s sexy. It good.”

“I can’t even believe I’m having this conversation.”

I caress her breast, my thumb stroking her cheek, my lips brushing her lips. “We don’t have to do this,” I say my mouth next to hers. “But I promise you, we will both be so hot and so ready to fuck when it’s done that we will be all over each other.”

“I can’t believe I’m actually considering this.”

I pull back to look at her. “Say yes,” I urge. “You won’t be sorry.”

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