Page 37 of The Perfect Snipe

“You’re really going tospankme?” She rolls her eyes as if I don’t have it in me. “Go ahead, I dare you.”

Whatever rational thought I should have to stop myself flies out the fucking window, and my hand smacks her perfectly round ass.

Not sure what I was expecting, maybe a little more jiggle. But her ass is solid and fuck, my palm kind of hurts.

She flops down with a groan, face in the cushions. A second later she smacks the couch, then turns her head to face me, full-on fury written across her features. “For fuck’s sake. If you’re going to spank me, then actuallyspank me. Make me think about you every time I sit down for the next couple of days. I’m sooo tired of you all thinking I can’t handle someone being a little rou—”

I cut her off, this time putting more power behind the strike, enough so that she shifts forward. But the moan she releases goes straight to my hardening dick. A sound I want to hear again.

So, my palm cracks down on her other cheek, even harder. I alternate sides, and when she starts squirming I use my other hand to push down on the nape of her neck, pinning her down.

“Fuck, Leo. Harder. More.”

This time when my palm connects with her cheek, I give it a firm squeeze. “Think you need to stop being so stubborn, Hellcat.”

She squirms, her body pressing against my erection. “Someone likes spanking my ass.”

“There goes that mouth of yours.” I smack her ass again. “Do I need to stuff it and shut you up again?”

Say yes. Please, say yes.

Cat fights my hold on her neck until she's staring right into my eyes. “How about you stuff something else, Hartman?”

I can’t help when my hips buck into her. With a growl, I push her off me momentarily to stand, then lift her and stalk off toward my bedroom.

She slithers over my shoulder until my arms are bracing the backs of her knees. A crack echoes down the hall, my dick twitching as a stream of precum is released. She chuckles, then does it again. “Like that big boy?”

Fuck, yeah, I do.

She spanks my ass again. “Two can play at this game.”

I double time it to my bedroom before I truly act like a teenager and come in my pants. After kicking the door closed and locking it, I toss her onto the bed. “Strip.”

Cat chuckles, getting to her knees, then slowly takes her shirt off. Too slowly. She’s doing it on purpose.

“Don’t play with me.”

“I’m doing as I’m told. Isn’t that what you wanted, big boy?” She eases one bra strap off her shoulder, then the other, her tits still covered.

My dick twitches, and I palm it, giving a hard squeeze. “Faster.”

Cat just sighs and continues her slow as molasses pace. Enough’s enough. I rip my shirt off, then yank down my sweats and boxers. My hand wraps around my hard length and I stroke myself, quirking a brow. “If you want this, then I suggest you lose the rest of your clothes in the next minute.”

She glares at me, the corner of her mouth lifting up.

Fuck.

After removing the rest of her clothes, she lays down, spreading her gorgeous legs as she reaches between them, fingers sliding through her glistening folds. “And if you want this, you better watch that mouth of yours.”

“Cat.” Her name comes out strangled and gravely as I tighten my grip on my length, a bead of precum forming at the tip.

She sinks a finger into herself, eyes locked on mine. “Want this, Leo?”

“Fuck, yes.”

But first, I want to taste her. To feel her come undone on my tongue.

I move down the bed, settling between her legs, the scent of her arousal intoxicating. I run my hands up her thighs, feeling the soft, smooth skin beneath my fingertips. She arches at my touch, her breath hitching. “You’re fucking stunning, Hellcat.”

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