Page 35 of How to Accidentally Become the Devil

“What? Did you already forget what my ass looks like? It hasn’t beenthatlong,” I snark.

“That’sthirteen, now, Princess. And you’re going to be a good girl and count each one for me.”

Okay, why is that so hot?

I rub my thighs together as I wiggle on his lap. He chuckles darkly before his hand lands on my ass with a resounding smack.

Fuck! That hurt.

“Did any of you hear her?” Oz demands from my other mates who have gathered round to watch the show.

“I didn’t hear anything.” Zeph shakes his head, earning the glare I shoot him.

“I think you’re supposed to be counting,Amica Mea,” Belz murmurs.

Shit.

“One?”

“Too late, now, Princess. Let’s try again,” Oz says before smacking me in the same fucking spot.

“One!”

“That’s better. Don’t forget to count each one. I’d hate to have to give you more.”

Sure you would, asshole.

Luckily for him, the next smack lands on the other cheek. I dutifully count the next five in quick succession. The heat spreads to my pussy with each slap. By twelve, I’m a moaning, whimpering mess on his lap.

“Thirteen!” I groan as the last slap lands right between my legs.

“Such a good fucking girl,” Oz groans as he caresses my abused cheeks. “Have you learned your lesson, Princess?”

Lesson? There was a lesson there?

“I don’t think she did,” Zeph chuckles.

“No. Probably not,” Oz agrees. “Alright. On the bed, Princess. Apparently lesson time isn’t over.” He pats my hip before helping me stand on shaky legs. “Those are going to have to come off.” He nods toward my clothes and without conscious thought, they immediately disappear.

“I love that she can do that,” Zeph says as he unabashedly admires my naked body.

I wink at him before crawling on the bed swaying my ass as I go.

“Damn. Love that shade of red on you, Sweetheart,” Zar says.

“My hand print looks good on her doesn’t it?” Oz chuckles as he climbs behind me, smoothing his hands over the backs of my thighs and my ass.

His hot breath hits my sensitive skin seconds before his tongue swipes up my pussy.

“Mmmm. You’re fuckingdrippingfor me, dirty girl,” Oz moans. “Are you ready for my cock, Princess?”

“Yes!” I cry as his fingers lazily strum by clit.

“Let’s check, just to be sure,” he teases before sliding two fingers inside me.

My hips buck involuntarily as he caresses my g-spot.

“That’s right, baby. Ride my fingers.” He adds a third finger, stretching me as he licks my clit, squeezing my ass with his free hand.

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