Page 4 of Such a Naughty Girl

‘I will freeze to death. Have a heart.’She pressed her face up against the glass between sweeps of her fist to clear it.

‘Lost that long ago,’I replied, filling the kettle and popping it on top of the log burner to boil.

‘Oh my god, please? Do you want me to get on my knees?’

Despite myself, a twitch made my cock move in my pants. ‘You might have more luck if you go down that route.’

‘You want me to… what? Oh my god, you’re gross.’Her face was a picture through the snow-dashed glass. I couldn’t help but chuckle.

‘What else’ve you got to offer?’

‘Nothing.’

Sitting in my battered old leather armchair, I picked up a book and opened it, ignoring her completely.

She ranted for a few minutes before storming off, back into the wild night.

A smidge of guilt ate at me. The possibility of the girl freezing to death outside tipped closer to likely than not. The right thing would have been to let her in and let her ride out the storm.

But I’d long ago given up caring about right.

Despite myself, I glanced toward the window. Didn’t want to stumble over her frozen corpse in a few days either.

Aw, shit. I had to go after her.

Slapping my book down on the side table, I let out a frustrated groan. The last thing I wanted was some nuisance camping out in my cabin.

I about crapped my pants when a loud knocking came from the door.

Yanking it open, I took in her windswept face; her cheeks bitten pink with cold. Damn, even in her state, her pretty face made my pulse quicken.

‘What will it take for you to let me in,’she said through gritted teeth.

‘What ya got?’

‘I’ll use my hands, and that’s it. And I want coffee, and to stay the night. Without you touching me anymore.’ She couldn’t look at me as she spoke. Her coyness elicited a delicious wave of perversion.

‘Use your hands to do what, exactly?’I knew what she meant, but I wanted to hear her say it. To fill her sweet little mouth with dirty words.

Damn, I wanted to fill it with much more than words.

‘I’ll touch your… you know. Until you… well, you know.’ God, the hesitation in her voice hit me right in the balls.

‘Say it,’I said with a grunt.

‘I’ll touch your… penis. Until youcome.’ The way her words soften to a whisper when she said penis and come had me wanting to rip open her dirty little mouth and stick my cock deep into her throat. I’d bet she'd cry so beautifully while choking on dick.

‘Get on with it, then,’I grunted, already halfway to hard.

‘Here on the porch?’Her mouth hung open.

‘That’s right, I don’t know if you’re capable of doing it, do I?’

Fuck me.The dirty, angry look she gave me had me stiffening to full mast.

The girl slid to her knees and reached out, trembling hands struggling with my belt and buttons.

‘You’re really going to make me do this?’She asked, her voice full of derision.

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