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“We will talk more about this, but right now Ineedyou. I can’t wait a second longer to have you beneath me. Writhing in pleasure, screaming my name, while I bring you to orgasm over and over,” I promise her and she whimpers in response. “Stand, and take off your shirt.”

She slowly takes off her pajama shirt, dropping it to the floor. I lick my lips as I admire her luscious breasts, fully bared to me for the first time. I can’t wait to get them in my hands, to wrap my mouth around her stiff nipples.

“Shorts,” I order.

She teasingly slides them down her legs before she lets them fall to the floor and steps out of them to kick them across the room. Fuck, she’s gorgeous, standing in front of me in just a pair of panties that I want to rip off of her. I can’t take any more.

I stand up, my arms going around her and pulling her to me as I slam my lips against hers. She instantly wraps her arms around my waist and holds me tight as we share the kiss to end all kisses, her tongue twisting with mine. I swear I will never get tired of kissing this woman. Her hands start to wander and it’s not long before they’ve found their way to my belt buckle. She tries to sneakily unbuckle me and I chuckle into our kiss. I pull away from her shaking my head.

“You didn’t really expect me not to notice you undoing my pants, did you?” I tease her.

“Of course not. I knew you would notice. Was hoping it would get your attention and maybe we could move this ride along,” she sasses me.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Am I going too slow for you?” I taunt her. She has no idea what she just did. I take a step back before giving Rowe her next command. “On the bed. Lay down on your back, right in the middle.”

I watch her do as she’s told, slowly crawling up the bed, teasing me with her pert ass. She turns over and lays there with her hair fanned out against the pillow. She spreads her legs, attempting to entice me to hurry. I groan when I see the wet spot on her underwear. It’s incredibly sexy, but I want to see how wet and swollen she is, so I magic them off. My nostrils flare and lust burns through me, as I gaze upon her juicy pussy.

I slowly unbutton my shirt and slip it off, then walk away from her, giving her my back, as I lay it over her vanity chair. I turn around so she can see me take my belt off, and she jumps a little when I pull it out quickly. I smirk at her as I lay it over my shirt. Turning the chair around, I sit facing her, then slip my shoes and socks off. I slowly rise and unbutton my pants, never breaking eye contact with the sassy brat in the bed. She licks her lips as she sees me unzip and pull the front of my pants open. I finally slide my pants off my hips and down my legs, stand up and fold them in half, and lay them on top of my belt and shirt.

I stand there with my cock aching, looking at the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I feel like I’ll go mad if I don’t touch hernow. God, the things I’m going to do to her. I lick my lips, making us both wait. It's excruciating torture. And the best damn thing I’ve felt in seven long years.

Chapter 8

Declan

Rowen sucks in a breath when she gets a good look at me, her blue gaze flicking to my hardening cock, then back to my face. I smirk at her again and take my time walking to the bed. “Still think it was a good idea to get sassy?” I ask her with a raised brow.

She licks her lips before responding. “No, Sir?”.

Doesn’t sound like she’s very sorry to me. That’s okay… she will be.

“You know what I do to naughty girls who tease me?”

This time she bites her bottom lip and shakes her head before she finally speaks up. “No, Sir.”

“I repay the favor,” I growl as I climb on the bed.

I crawl up until I reach her and kiss my way up her legs. They twitch at my soft touch and I smile to myself as I keep going. I get all the way to the apex of her thighs before switching legs and starting over, slowly kissing and licking my way back up. When I get to her hip, I hold myself above her and kiss across her pelvis to the other one. She groans as my hot breath hits her sensitive flesh. Continuing my journey north and feeling her stomach tighten with every delicate brush of my lips, I reach her full breasts, placing soft kisses all over her chest, ignoring her aching nipples.

“Declan,” she moans in protest when I don’t give her what she wants.

I pull away from her tantalizing body and quirk an eyebrow at her.

“What was that?”

“I’m sorry, Daddy. I didn’t mean to.” She pouts.

Damn. She’s pretty cute when she pouts. This probably isn’t going to end well for me.

“Am I gonna have to gag you,A Stor?” I threaten.

“No, Daddy. I’ll be good,” she tells me with wide eyes, while shaking her head vehemently.

“Last chance,A Stor.I have no problem using one of your pretty scarves as a makeshift gag,” I warn her.

“Yes, Sir.”

When I’m satisfied she’s truly repentant, I continue with my slow torture, kissing along her collarbone and up her neck. She groans when I suck on her earlobe, so I bite it gently then let go and switch to the other side of her neck. I’m bombarded by her thoughts, demanding me to touch her. To squeeze her breasts and pluck her taught nipples. I soak up her blessed feelings of sweet agony as I continue to deny her. Maybe next time she’ll think twice before she tries to get me to hurry up.

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