Page 120 of My Summer Girl

“I’ve not done this much,” I admit. “But I want to be a good partner for you.”

Her gaze softens, a small grin peeking out. “You’re already so good. Asking me what I like and don’t like, making sure to get my safe word and scene word. So we’re safe and happy. That’s huge, and I’m so grateful that I’ve got you as my mate.”

My mate.

I fucking love the sound of that.

“Straddle me,” I command, moving backward so she can switch positions with me. Laying back, I spread my thighs and her eyes hone in on my pussy.

“Can I have a taste?” she nearly whimpers.

“No. Now straddle me,” I urge. Her eyes haven’t left my pussy, and part of me wonders if she wants a punishment. “Princess, put your cunt on mine.”

Her face whips up to where she’s dazedly looking at me. She moves her hips over my spread thighs and the moment our swollen and wet flesh meets, I hiss.

She’s so perfect.

“Is being tied down or held back a limit?”

Shaking her head in answer, my vines stretch from my legs and twine her hands behind her back. Her mouth falls open and she tries to peer back and see them, but I slap her thigh.

“Eyes on me, princess.” It’s a soft tap, but she squirms on top of me, her clit rubbing perfectly over mine, making me see spots.

I’m so close already. Between whatever my body was doing earlier and eating her out, I’m sure if she moved perfectly three times, I’d be coming.

As she turns back to me, her eyes are glazed over and I know she’s feeling the heady tension between our bodies. We’re both wound so tight, and with my vines holding her, I can feel her pulse through them.

“I want you to hump me until you come. Twice.”

“Twice?” Her single word is both surprised and nervous.

“Yes, peach. Twice. I want you throbbing, so by the time I sink my fingers into you, you’ll drip down my arm. Then later, when we’re with Vex and Raev, they’ll be able to scent you from a mile away.”

She whimpers, her body shaking above me. When she doesn’t start moving, I reach between her spread thighs, and lightly pinch her exposed clit.

“Ah!” she shouts, her flushed expression one I’m not going to forget anytime soon.

“Go ahead, naughty girl. Don’t make me do it for you or I’ll give you four orgasms and you’ll be crying.” Her peachy gaze twinkles, almost like she’s tempted to try me. I squeeze her thick thigh. “Vex didn’t warn me you were such a brat. If anything, they implied that you were a good girl.”

Dulce’s lips tilt in a smirk. “It’s such a shame that they didn’t warn you. I’m constantly getting spankings, and I’m a real big fan of bruises.” She wiggles on top of me, dragging a groan out of me at the pressure against my center.

“So, you don’t want to walk tomorrow?” I taunt breathily. Pleasure flares to life in her expression. “Want to be a sobbing mess, princess?” Remembering what we talked about, I feed into it. “Better be a good peach or your mates will know I fucked you. Don’t want them seeing all the bruises I’ll be putting on you.”

Her teeth dig into her bottom lip, a fake nervous gesture. “They can’t find out, mi reina. It’s supposed to be our little secret.”

Shaky thighs clench around my hips, and I know she’s turning herself on with the scenarios playing out in her head.

Reaching for her throat, I bring her lips merely a breath away. “Well, that’s too bad. I’m going to claim this cunt and leave possessive marks all over you. Then they’ll know you’re mine too.”

She whimpers, her body softening on top of me. There’s a place where submissives can go when they’re ready for dominance. It’s pliant and full of trust. I didn’t expect to get to feel it so soon.

“Now, get yourself off on your queen, princess. Show me how good you want to be. And maybe I’ll think about hiding the fact that I fucked you.”

The glazed expression nearly makes me fold. I’m tempted to grip her hips and fuck her. Make her mine and with her hands bound, she couldn’t stop the orgasms I’d offer.

Her hips move atop mine and she adjusts to where we’re barely brushing. It’s not as easy as if my thighs were near my ears, allowing full access for her to frot against me. This forces her to work harder for her orgasm, while also allowing me a little reprieve since her perfect little body on top of mine is going to make me come far too fast.

“Like this?” she asks, her eyes on where our bodies are joined.

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