Page 75 of Ho Ho Oh No

I run my lips over her neck, letting my hands skim over the curve of her thighs to lift her skirt. “You know the rules. If you want something from me, all you have to do is ask.”

Because Iliveto bring this woman pleasure.

“I need you inside me.”

“Didn’t I tell you to turn around?”

She grins, sassing me in between increasingly passionate kisses. “I can’t remember. Did you say that?”

“You fucking know I did.”

I capture her lips as my hungry palms caress and stroke as much of her tight body as I can. Our tongues duel for dominance for several lustful seconds before she yields again. She deserves a reward.

Reaching between us, I hoist her skirt the rest of the way. “Spread your thighs for me.”

Not daring to defy me, she complies instantly. As much as we both love the chase, the push and pull, at the end of the day, she’s all mine.

Mine to please. Mine to worship. Mine to love.

Unable to resist a quick peek, I sweep my hungry eyes down her body, getting a glimpse of those sexy black thigh highs and garters. She had regular tights on at first. However, I insisted on the thigh highs. For reasons.

She initiates the kiss this time, hauling me forward with a possessive grip around my neck. Fucking love how she handles me. She’s so damn fierce. It makes her submission so much sweeter. I have to earn it.

I keep my frame off her by a few inches and slightly to the right, giving me room for what I’ve got planned. Her short fingernails dig into the skin around my shoulders.Fuuuckme.I can’t get enough of her.

My next move comes without warning. Rearing back one hand, I bring my palm down in a fast yet gentle smack. Right over her needy clit.

Her mouth pops off mine. “Oh yes,Shep,” she quavers, the shock and sting making her voice tremble.

My other hand slinks down her body, holding her lower body flush against the door. “Want another one, baby girl?”

She nods furiously.

“How do you ask?”

“Please smack my clit, Shep.Please. I need it.”

“Are you gonna be quiet?”

Her eyes positively beg me. “Mm-hmm.”

“Good girl.”

I give her two taps while refusing to let her pump her hips. She can’t chase it or escape it.

“Mmm, thank you.”

“More?”

“Yes, please.”

“That’s my good fucking girl,” I practically growl the words over her puffy lips.

Another smack, harder this time. Although her panties hide the sensitive pearl, I know exactly where it is. I’m more familiar with her body than I am with my own. And I love to make it sing for me.

Her hips fight against the hold I have on them.

Next time, the smack is more punishing.

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