Page 19 of My Summer Fling

“I said I was sorry for that, Millie.” My voice is hard. I don’t want to go down this road. I apologized, and she forgave me. That should have been the end of it. What she’s holding on to is too painful for me to fight through. I don’t want to go there.

“Oh, yes, Noah. I forgot. Your incredibly sincere, not trying to get in my pants, apology. That one, right?” She pauses for a second. “Yeah, I remember. And newsflash, just because someone apologizes and the other person accepts said apology, doesn’t mean that all that hurt just dis-the-fuck-appears.”

“Millie,” I groan, wiping my hands down my face, suddenly exhausted as I come down from the adrenaline high. “Can we not do this?”

She scoffs. “Can we not do this? Are you kidding me right now?” She gestures wildly with her hands at me. “You’re the one that started this! You went and punched Brandon for no reason.”

“Oh, I had a reason. He disrespected you,” I interrupt as I take a step closer, getting up in her space.

“Whatever. And then you drag me out of the bar like you’re some sort of caveman claiming his property. And then!” she shouts. “And then you proceed to basically leave me behind, making me walk home alone because you’re in a fucking mood!”

“Watch your mouth, Sailor Jerry,” I say as I smile down at her. Her attitude has channeled my anger into other emotions altogether. “You’ve been dropping the f-bomb like crazy tonight.”

“Fuck you!” she shouts, pushing my chest.

I grab her hands and pull her so her body is pressed firmly against mine. She’s warm, and the salty smell of the ocean has mixed with the coconut scented shampoo she uses. It’s a dizzying combination, and I want more.

“Bad girl, Millie,” I grunt as she tries to get out of my grasp. “I think I need to teach you a lesson in manners.”

Before she can react, I bend over and pick her up, tossing her over my shoulder in a fireman’s carry. She yelps and then begins to punch my ass over and over again. I walk into the living room and Annie doesn’t do much from her perch on the couch other than wag her tail as I pat her head on the way to the bedroom.

“Ugh, traitorous dog! You’re never on my side!”

“She knows who’s boss,” I say before smacking her hard on the ass. Since the dress she’s wearing flew up over her hips when I picked her up, there’s nothing between my hand and her skin but her panties.

“Ow!” she yells at me, swatting at my ass again. “That hurt, Noah!”

“I told you, Spitfire,” I say as I toss her down on the bed. “It’s time I taught you a lesson.”

She turns over and tries to crawl across the bed, but I catch her ankle, pulling her back toward me. It causes her dress to ride up even farther, gathering above her hips and exposing those sexy white lace panties. They accentuate the soft curve of her ass so perfectly I can’t wait to sink my teeth in.

“Ah, ah, ah,” I say as I climb on top of her, settling on her thighs so she can’t move her legs. I run the palms of my hands up the backs of her thighs and over her ass. Her skin is so incredibly soft.

“What are you going to do?” she asks, out of breath and panting while she tries to turn around and look at me.

I squeeze the soft flesh of her ass, my thumbs pulling her cheeks apart. I’m rewarded with a little moan while her back arches just slightly for me.

I spank her again as an answer and her entire body stiffens.

“Fuck you, Noah,” she growls, her body writhing beneath me.

“I think two more on each side will suffice, don’t you?” I ask her as I soothe the spot I just hit. My cock is rock hard, struggling against the stiff waistband of my jeans, and the more she struggles the harder I get.

Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.

I make them all in quick succession, not giving her time to wiggle out from under me.

By the time I’m done spanking her, her ass is red, and she’s a little moaning puddle beneath me. Her hips are rolling, and she’s trying to rub her thick thighs together to get some relief. I run my fingertips just under the edges of her panties that dig slightly into her skin.

“Let’s see how wet my girl is.”

“I amnotyour girl,” she protests with a growl, fisting the covers.

I laugh. “Sure you’re not, sweet girl. Keep telling yourself that.”

Dipping my fingers between her thighs, I run them through her slit and find her soaked. There’s always time for foreplay, but tonight, I don’t think I have it in me to wait any longer. The foreplay was punching Brandon and watching her tell me off like she’s the boss in this little agreement we have going.

Fumbling with my button and zipper, I pull myself out and let it sit heavy and hot against her ass while I reach over to the bedside table and dig around for a condom. I work it open with my teeth and roll it on before I work her panties to the side.

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