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“God,” she moans. “Yes, like that.”
“Damn, you’re pretty when you’re following directions and not arguing,” Christopher tells her. “Tell me what I want to hear.”
“I don’t remember what you said,” she says. The edge is taken off her brattiness by the breathlessness, then the little gasp when he thrusts his fingers deep.
“If you want to play, we can play all night,” he tells her.
She moves her head back-and-forth, rubbing her cheek against his cock. “You’re not going to last all night without fucking me, Christopher.”
“You’re being very naughty, Finley. And I think I know why. I think I know what you really want.”
Then without warning, he flips her over, so she’s face down in his lap. She gasps, then moans as his big hand settles on her ass.
“Maybe the naughtiest thing is you showing up here without one of your skirts on.” Then he gives her a little smack. “We’ll have to recreate all of this another time with one of those on.” He gives her another quick slap that can’t possibly feel like more than a little sting.
Her moan says it feels just fine and makes my cock jump.
Christopher notices me adjust myself and gives me a smile. “Come here. I’m not even close to being done with our little brat, and I’m going to need your help.”
CHAPTER 20
Christopher
I am havinga hell of a good time.
I still feel bad about Evan losing his job, but less so as every minute passes. If he was still working for me, none of this would be happening.
And we’ve barely gotten started.
Evan pushes to his feet and comes to the sofa. “Where do you want me?”
God, I love how he lets me be in charge.
Yes, he’s submissive to me and lets me be the dominant, but he has me wrapped around his fucking finger and he knows it.
“I want your fingers deep in her pussy. I want to know her response to the spanking she’s about to get.”
Finley moans and wiggles in my lap. I like this girl.
I reach up with the hand that’s not on her ass and brush her hair away from her face. “What’s your safe word, Finley?” I don’t expect to need a safe word with her. I’m not going to push her that far. But I need her to know that she’s got agency here. We’re only doing what feels good for all three of us. Tonight. All the time. I already know this is not a one-time thing.
I’m aware that she thinks this is only for tonight, but we’ll work on convincing her otherwise later. After we show her how amazing this is going to be.
Evan kneels next to the couch and runs his fingers through her hair, then down her back. “Isn’t this so much more fun with Christopher here too?”
“I’m feeling more frustration than fun,” she says.
I lift my hand, Evan slides two fingers into her pussy, and I let my hand fall in a quick slap.
She gasps, then moans.
“Beautiful little liar,” I tell her.
“It would bereallyfun to come,” she says, wiggling her legs, but not bringing her thighs together, notably.
“You know what you have to do,” I say, smoothing my hand over her ass.
Evan pulls his fingers out, then slides them in again.
