Page 18 of Such a Naughty Girl

Izzy stood by the log burner, muttering to herself, every movement filled with annoyance. Mussed hair and some stolen pyjama bottoms met with an old knit sweater of mine, and she bit a cookie in two with one snappy bite.

Was she mad at me?

Working to piece together the evening, flashes of her on her knees came back. Pretty eyes filled with a need to please. Soft skin coated in long lines of saliva.

I’d given her the cookies after…

I focused on her for a few moments, when it hit; sexualfrustrationhampered her. Sucking my dick had got her all worked up.

Well, my my. The girl was taking a fuckingsledgehammerto those purityexpectationsshe had.

‘C’mere, Izzy,’I said, sitting back against the headboard and patting the blanket over my thighs.

‘I don’t need any more cookies,’she replied, a distinct sting in her voice.

‘I know what you need. Get your ass over here.’

‘Or what?’Oh, her brat was showing.

‘Or that ass of yours is going to be hot enough to cook an egg.’

My words got her moving. Annoyance still tainted her movements, but soon enough she was within arm’s reach.

‘Lose the pants,’I demanded, watching her hungrily as she exposed herself. As soon as the pants hit the floor, I hauled her into my lap, spreading her thighs open. Her back was against my chest, warming me.

‘What are you doing?’She whispered when I pressed my lips along her neck, kissing and nipping at her heavenly skin.

‘You're mad at me. Because I didn’t touch your pussy before I fell asleep. Idisappointedyou.’I slid a hand under the knit sweater, reaching up and skimming over one peaking nipple.

‘I am mad,’she sighed, tipping her head back onto my shoulder.

‘Good. You should never settle for less than you’re worth. Men like me will always take our pleasure. Make sure you take yours. And if they don’t give it to you, give it to yourself.’

‘How?’came herstutteringreply as I rolled a nipple between my fingers.

‘I’ll show you.’

I took her hand and guided it between her thighs, pressing her fingers against her clit. A soft moan drifted from her mouth as I twirled our fingers in a circular motion.

‘It feels so good.’

‘I know,’I said, licking at her jaw when she tipped her head toward me. ‘Keep sliding your fingers like this. Play with your pussy for me, Izzy. Show me how badly you need to come.’

‘You fell asleep,’she accused, our fingers still moving in tandem.

‘You could have done this,’I said between tender bites of her throat.

‘I didn’t think I had to.’

I pulled our hands away from her wet cunt and laid a swift slap over the swelling flesh.

‘Ow,’ she yelped.

‘Don’t pretend like you don’t enjoy being treated like my whore, Izzy. Go on, show Daddy how you stroke your pretty pussy.’

Her elbow jutted against me with each desperate swipe of her fingers.

‘Are you getting wet, Princess?’

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