Page 16 of Such a Naughty Girl

Fuck.

The girl had stolen my damned breath.

‘Hell on earth,’I muttered,swallowingas she lowered the jogging pants, stepping out of them and sliding her socks off at the same time.

‘Letching over someone half your age makes you hot, does it? Such a creepy old man.’Her words were a whisper, thick with unwanted desire.

‘You’re the one pimping out your throat for cookies. Hardly the innocent you pretend to be.’My dick thickened in my pants as she stood before me, naked.

‘I was innocent. Until I met you. You corrupted me.’

‘Darlin’, you can only corrupt the willing. And with the way you fucking drip at the slightest touch, you’re not fooling anyone.’ A familiar red flushed into her chest, just visible in the low light. ‘Now come over here and drink Daddy’s milk for a cookie.’

‘Sodisgusting,’she said, rolling her eyes. Still, she came toward me. ‘I want the entire pack. And breakfast in the morning.’

I grinned. I liked her feisty.

‘Swallow like a good girl and I’ll give you food for the rest of your stay. No half measures though, suck like your stomach depends on it. Spill a single drop and the deal’s off.’

‘What, you think it’s hard? If other women can do it, I can do it.’A glint shone in her irises, a flicker of challenge. Oh, she liked to win….Handyto know.

‘I think you talk a good game.’

She stopped in front of me, and I reached out to caress a finger over her hip. I snatched my hand away when she gave it a sharp slap. ‘Touching me isn’t part of the deal, Emmett. Hands on the bed.’

Sinking to her knees had me letting out a groan. Thosebewitchingeyes looking up at me—perfection.

By the time she reached for my pants, I was a goner. Lost in a haze of lust.

‘Earn your cookies, Princess.’

CHAPTER NINE

IZZY

Kneeling in front of him with his penis in my face was daunting. I had to fit that… thing… in my mouth.

Good god.

While I’d tugged down his pants, he’d kept his hands firmly on the bed at either side of his thick, muscled thighs. Traipsing around the woods had served them well.

Swallowinghard, I wet my lips. Emmett gazed down at me, his eyes hooded with lust. Did I want the cookies that bad? Bad enough to do this. Tohim?

Truthfully, it was more than the cookies. I craved his attention. His desire. I wanted him to see me as a sexual woman. He’d unlocked a need in me,overridingmy sanity.

Inching forward, I took one more look up at his grizzled, but handsome, face. Beneath the wild hair and the beard, his eyes glinted, his cheeks flushed.

Gripping his erection in one hand, I stroked it slowly,strugglingto hide a smirk when he let out a shallow moan. His fingers twitched against the bedcovers.

Making Emmett fall apart became my goal. Despite my lack of skills, I was going to make him crumble. Make him give meeverything.

With the tenderest of touches, I tasted him. One tiny swirl of my tongue over the swollen head. Salty, and with the faint taste of the soap from his shower. Not as repulsive as I imagined. Tolerable, even.

‘More,’he groaned, one hand lifting from the mattress and going for my hair.

‘No hands,’I whispered. My scalp itched when he pressed his palm back to the bed. Imagining him grabbing my hair and pulling me onto him made my thighs clench.

‘You want to do it, don’t you? Want to prove to Daddy what a slut you can be for me. Go on, prove that you’re a perfectly good cumwhore.’

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