Page 67 of With Love

While she stands there trying to get her footing, I rid myself of my pants and boxers. Using my knee, I shimmy it between her legs just enough to get my hand in between and I sink two fingers into her pussy. I move my hand in and out quickly bringing her to the edge again, before stopping my movements. I let her nerves relax for a moment or two, I don’t want her to calm down too much. Once her breath starts to even out a little bit more, I start moving my fingers in and out again, bringing her to the edge once more and stopping just before she flies over it.

“Arrghhh! Marshall, what the fuck?” she screams.

I take her chin in my hand roughly and turn her face toward mine.

“I know exactly what you want. Exactly what you need. Now shut your filthy mouth and trust me.” I hiss at her before smashing my lips against hers.

I flip her around and bend her over the counter, her belted hands stretched out before her. Using my foot, I spread her legs apart and smack her ass. It wasn’t too hard, but I stop and wait to make sure that she isn’t crying or in shock or anything like that, but she moans so loud that I do it over again, a little harder than last time. This time she brings her legs together a little bit and goes up onto her toes. I can tell that she is trying to squeeze her legs together in order to bring relief and I smack her ass harder.

Before she has a chance to pull her thighs together again I shove my hand between her legs and find her opening one more time. My hand flies in and out of her rapidly until I hear her breathing increase. I pull out one more time, this time I put my knee between her legs, so she doesn’t have a chance to squeeze them together.

I spank her ass one more time before pulling her up straight and turning her to face me. I grab onto her clit and squeeze gently and then release it, over and over while talking to her.

“This isn’t what I pictured happening in this kitchen tonight.”

I lick across her cheek before stopping at her lips and sucking each of them into my mouth; one at a time. She is going to be marked and bruised and sore all over tomorrow and I practically explode at the thought.

“And I’m certainly not going to complain, but what I had planned will happen upstairs.”

I bite down on her bottom lip one more time before gripping her belted hands and pulling her behind me; grabbing the open bottle of champagne along the way.

“Marshall?” I hear her ask from behind me. I stop and look at her. “I trust you, but I don’t know that I’m going to want to drink any of that.”

“Oh, this isn’t for you to drink, baby doll.”

Her eyes widen slightly before I continue leading her out of the kitchen and up the stairs.

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