Page 95 of Never Kiss and Tell

“I didn’t?” I repeat the motion, this time on the other side.

“Charlie,” she grits, fisting the comforter in her fists. I resume my rubbing of her clit, drawing a whimper from her.

“I can feel you dripping down my fingers, baby.” Fuck, she’s soaked, begging for my cock. “Tell me to fuck you.”

“I don’t know. Are you going to spank me again —”

When this one hits, she arches back into me. “Say blue if you want me to stop.”

“You were saying?” I growl, my voice dangerously low and vehement. I can feel her pussy clamp down on me every time I spank her.

She shakes her head. “Do it again,” she whispers, so quiet I can barely hear her.

“Speak up.”

She groans when my fingers stop their assault on her clit.

“Do it again,” she repeats. I do, drawing the sexiest fucking moan from her. My breathing is rough when I pull up her skirt. It bunches around her waist indecently.

“These are in the way,” I murmur, gripping the black lace of her underwear in my fingers and tugging. With a sharp snap, they break and fall out of the way.

“Charlie!” she complains, but I silence her complaint when she hears the button and zipper on my jeans.

“I’ll buy you a hundred pair if I can rip them off whenever I want.”

“Deal,” she pants.

I pull myself out of my jeans, my cock aching to sink into her tight, constricting heat. Placing one hand on the redness of her ass and the other notching myself at her entrance, I push her back on me, surging through the tight clasp of her pussy.

“Oh my God,” she groans, her back arching against the sudden intrusion. I slap her ass on the opposite side, watching the redness rise to her skin.

“Christ,” I hiss through clenched teeth when she tightens around me.

“Please move,” she gasps, clawing at the comforter below her desperately. I’m seated completely inside her, pushing her limits. I reach below her, rubbing my thumb over her clit and sliding out slowly.

“This is your punishment. You don’t get to make the rules.”

I pair this statement with another slap to her perfect ass and rolling my hips into her at the same time. Heat travels up the base of my spine, my pulse throbbing behind my ears in tune with my cock.

“I think you’re enjoying this too much for it to be a punishment.” I slide my hand up her spine, starting a steady rhythm, my groin slapping into the red swells of her ass, and grip her hair in my fist. I push her face down in the bed and continue to fuck her roughly, barely holding onto my control to not fuck her senseless.

“What’s wrong with me?” she breathes, arching into my next blow with a moan.

“You’re my dirty fucking slut.” I spank her again. “Do you want more?”

“Yes,” she whispers, like she’s afraid the world will hear her and everyone will know she’s enjoying this. “Please.”

“Such good manners,” I chuckle, holding two fingers up to her mouth. “Suck.”

She does, laving at my middle and forefinger with her tongue until they’re dripping wet.

“Do you trust me?” I ask, my voice ragged.

She pauses for a second, like she’s not sure if she should admit it.

“Yes.”

“Don’t run,” I remind her, pressing my finger against the tight ring of muscle at her ass.

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