Page 15 of Krampus Kruk
“Good for you,” I sass, sliding my hand down his chest and abs, tracing the way his sleeve of tattoos blends into a massive eagle stretched across his chest, its wings spanning each pec.
“Keep your shit tight, and it will stay tight.”
“Is that your motto?” I ask with a playful edge, wondering what kind of science or witchcraft this man is doing to have abs like this at his age.
He leans down, biting my shoulder. “You arebeggingfor another spanking.”
I bite my lip, eye fucking him. “I’d rather beg for my next orgasm.”
“We both know you’ve never begged a day in your life.”
He might have a point there. I giggle, grabbing for his jeans.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he asks, pulling my hands away. I open my mouth, and he presses his fingers against my lips.
I squint at him, unsure what to do.
Then, he takes my hands, interlacing our fingers. “You have to earn this cock, baby girl.” I raise my brows, stifling a laugh. “You need to work for it.”
“I didn’t come here to work for it.”
He scoffs, almost like he’s calling my bluff. “I’ll take you back to the bar then.”
Fuck this smart, old man for calling my bluff.
He chuckles. “You have three more orgasms … and then you will be begging to suck my dick.”
“Saying it over and over again won’t make it true.”
He leans down, whispering, “I’m not worshiping you out of the goodness of my heart.”
“All in hopes of a mediocre blow job?”
“When you want to give it to me, it won’t be mediocre.”
I laugh again, deeper this time. “So … are we going to go to your room or what?”
“I’m not fucking you until you blow me.”
“Proceed with your charity work then.”
He grumbles, pinching my cheeks together with his hand. As he holds his firm grasp, a smirk spreads across his face. “I’d rather you ruin my couch anyway.”
“How am I going to do that?”
“I’m going to make you squirt.”
I roll my eyes. “That’s a bold statement.”
“I know what I’m doing.” He winks.
Wet.I can’t think of the last time a man has winked at me, but shit … My mind races as I cover my eyes, taking a second for myself. This is insane. Being here with this man is something I will not be telling my therapist about on Wednesday.
“When I tell you to ruin my couch,” his voice interrupts my thoughts, and I uncover my eyes, “you’re going to ruin it.”
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Trailing my tongue down her neck, I think about what a challenging brat she is. I’m putting up with more shit than I ever have. She’s too smart for her own good, and she has the most wicked body, a lethal combination that has me trying to mold her, train her … attempting to fucking tame her when I shouldn’t care. I should just fuck her and get it over with, but I’ve already let my mind wander. Now, I want more than a few minutes of pleasure. I want her to submit and beg for my cock.
