Page 77 of Worth the Fall

“Tease.”

“You need to learn patience.”

Her pants are next, sliding over her full hips and down her thighs, leaving in her only her bra and panties.

“That’s one thing I’m not good at.” I groan.

She turns slowly, my eyes dropping down to where her thong disappears between her cheeks. “Fuck,” I mutter, my mouth already watering at the thought of tasting her.

She places both hands down on the bed as she crawls up onto it on all fours before looking back at me over her shoulder.

“Are you ready to defile me Mr. Ramirez?”

I don’t wait for the invitation, I step forward, landing a hearty smack against the skin of her ass. She winces slightly, her body rocking forward. I pull my hand back and do it again, harder this time. I lean forward, planting a soft kiss where her stinging skin glows pink.

“You’re about to find out just how different daddy Ramirez is from the man you met at the court.”

Mia’s gasp is sharp, her back arching as I kiss the spot I just claimed. Her body quivers, her anticipation palpable in the way her breathing shifts to something shallow and erratic. I can’t help the grin that stretches across my face as I run my fingers up the back of her thighs, reveling in the way her skin prickles under my touch.

“Daddy Ramirez, huh?” she teases, though her voice is a breathless whisper. “What exactly does he?—”

Her words cut off as I grab her hips and pull her back against me, pressing my hardness into her. “He doesn’t take kindly to teasing,” I growl into her ear, my lips grazing her neck. She shivers beneath me, her hands gripping the bedspread tightly.

“Then maybe you should teach me better manners,” she fires back, looking over her shoulder with a wicked gleam in her eye.

“Oh, I plan to.” My voice drops to a low rumble as I reach around her, sliding my hand over the curve of her stomach and lower, brushing my fingers over the thin lace barrier between us. She gasps again, her head falling forward as I press into her just enough to drive her crazy.

“Miguel,” she whispers, her voice barely audible.

“Mmm,” I hum against her skin, trailing kisses down her spine. “You were saying?”

She doesn’t answer, but the way she pushes back against me says enough. I chuckle, withdrawing my hand just as she starts to moan in protest. “Not yet,” I say, echoing her earlier command. Her frustration is a melody I could listen to all night.

“Now who’s the tease?” she bites out, looking back at me with narrowed eyes.

I lean over her, my weight pressing her into the bed as I pin her wrists above her head. “I told you,” I murmur against her ear. “Daddy Miguel doesn’t tease. He delivers.”

Her body trembles beneath me as I slide my lips down her neck, biting gently at her shoulder. The air between us grows heavier, charged with a need we can no longer ignore.

I trail my lips down her spine, pausing to savor the soft curves of her body beneath my hands. Mia squirms beneath me, her breath hitching every time I linger too long, every time my tongue brushes against her skin.

“Still think I’m teasing?” I murmur, letting my teeth graze her lower back before pressing a kiss there.

“No,” she breathes, her voice barely audible. “Not teasing.”

I grin, dragging my palms over her thighs and pulling her hips back toward me. My thumb hooks beneath the band of her thong, sliding it down inch by agonizing inch. Mia lets out a frustrated groan, her nails digging into the bedspread.

“Patience,” I remind her, my voice rough, thick with the desire simmering between us.

“I hate you,” she mutters, but her body betrays her words. She arches her back, pushing herself toward me, her need written in every line of her posture.

“No, you don’t.” My hands slide up her thighs, spreading her open for me. I take a moment to admire her, my breathing heavy as I revel in the sight of her laid out before me, waiting, wanting.

“Are you going to keep staring, or—oh!” Her sentence cuts off in a sharp gasp as I lean down, dragging my tongue over her,slow and deliberate. Her body jerks, her hands clawing at the sheets as I take my time, savoring the taste of her.

“Miguel—” she starts, her voice desperate, and I hum against her, the vibrations drawing a breathy moan from her lips.

”Tell me what you want,” I command, my voice muffled against her skin.

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