Page 76 of The Shadows We Keep

Trust me, I want her too, buddy.

“I need you to put yourself first in those type of situations, do you understand me?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Just to make sure you really understand, I’m going to redden this gorgeous flesh.” I smack her ass once to warm the skin. “One for each offense and one for each bullet that you fired. How many is that, little one?””

She pauses, calculating her punishment.

“Five, sir.”

“Five it is, then.”

Her skin comes to life under the leather kiss of my belt. The first strike, pulls an excited whimper from her lips and her back arches into the second lick of pain.

“How are you doing, little one?”

“Green, sir.”

My hand caresses the reddened skin, no doubt seconds away from welting over. When my fingers glide south against her drenched cunt, they find their way home into her heat. I moan when her hips buck backwards sinking deeper onto me.

“Fuck sweetness, is this all for me?” I ask pulling my fingers free.

“Suck,” I demand. Her wet tongue slides around my fingers licking them clean.

“See how fucking delicious that sweet nectar is? Do you like the way you taste?” When I don’t get an answer, my hand wraps around her ponytail cranking her neck back so she has no other option but to meet my eyes.

“Well?”

“It’s okay, sir. But I like the way you taste more,” she says with a saucy smile.

My lips crash against hers, muting her devilish ways. She’s always finding a way to one up me even from the bottom. She battles for dominance in our kiss. Directing the deepening pull as she sucks me into her mouth. But it’s the quick sting of her teeth biting into my bottom lip that makes me pull free. A quick, severe smack meets her backside, and she stills.

“Hands back on the mirror. If you can’t appreciate your intoxicating flavor, I will.”

Dropping to my knees, I palm her ass, spreading her cheeks and exposing the last of her modesty. My tongue laps against her glistening folds, devouring her like she’s my last meal on death row. The noises she’s making spurs me on harder. I could live here. On my knees, worshipping at her alter.

When I find the strength to pull away, an angry growl pierces our lust filled haze. I move just far enough to whip the belt against her upper thighs, one to each leg. It’s her lengthy moan that assures me she’s good.

She looks beautiful, folding under my hand, desperate for more. My fingers fuck into her, gathering her wetness at the same time my tongue meets the tight ring of her ass, pushing in.

“More,” she begs with a barely audible plea.

“More what, little one?” Her hips push back into my face shoving my face deep between her cheeks. I know what she wants. Fuck I’ve been dying for this day. My teeth sink into her ass cheek hard, drawing pin pricks of blood to the surface.

“Words, baby. I need your words.”

“I want you to fuck my ass.”

“Your wish is my command.” I stand taking her in head to toe.

“Get in the shower. I’ll be back in a second.”

My cock pulses, ready to join in the fun. I quickly grab the lube from the vanity drawer, the silicone butt plug an unexpected offering, I grab it too. The room billows with thick steam, thick moisture hangs in the air as she stands waiting under the falling water. The droplets run over her sinful curves, brightening the ink across her skin. She’s every man’s wet dream, literally.

“Turn around, little one, let me see that marked up ass. Should I soothe them with my cum?” She quickly follows the instruction, reaching for the conveniently placed shelf in front of her.

“Bend over, stick that ass out for me, sweetness.”

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