Page 54 of The English Billionaire's Obsession

“Like this?” she moans, biting her lip again.

“Are you sure you’re not a gold digger?” I say, laughing. “Because this is one hell of a performance.”

“Hey, I told you I’m not.”

“I know, Ami.”

“No, put me down.”

I put her down in my bedroom. The room seems simple from an outsider’s eyes, the bed in the middle, a desk in the corner, and a spare dog bed for Loki. He has a room of his own too, where he is now.

Amelia glares up at me. “It’s not fair to say that when I’ve already told you…”

“Ami—”

“No, nowyouneed to be punished.”

She laughs as she does it, and I realize her reaction is a joke, but this is no joke. She tries to spankme. I catch her wrist, smirking down at her. She whips her other hand into action, and I grabthatwrist too.

“You naughty virgin. What do you think you’re doing?”

She grins. “I wastryingto give you a taste of your own medicine.”

“Do you want to know the punishment for trying to be the spanker instead of embracing your role as the spankee?”

Her flush is so attractive, deep as it spreads down her neck. It’s like desire is bursting through her from the inside, spreading like hot, unstoppable flames, owning every part of her.

“What?”

She bites her lip, doing it on purpose, cheeky as hell as she raises her eyebrows and moans.

“You bloody know what you’re doing, don’t you?”

“What’s the punishment?”

“Ten.”

“Ten what?” she asks, squealing as I lift her off her feet again. I carry her to the bed and bend her over.

“Stay like that,” I groan as she sticks her ass out, her trousers getting tight over her big, juicy, meaty, fleshy, round, thick globes.

Ah, fuck. Precome is making my boxers sticky. I’m bursting with the need to hammer her young slit until she’s overflowing with thick white cream, her inexperienced hole gushing with it. Turning, I walk to the door and close it.

If Loki needs us, he’ll yap from outside. He knows the skill from when I’m on a business call, but for now, I turn and stare at my woman.

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“Seven…”

She moans and yelps while I stare down at her red ass. I’ve got her bent over my knee, her trousers and knickers pulled down to around her knees, and her ass on display.

“Eight…”

I spank her again, hitting the opposite side from the last time. She’s red all over, but not an intense shade. These are light spanks, love taps, nothing that would cause her pain.

“Nine…”

She moans as, this time, I spank her and then slip my hand down to her entrance. I rub her wetness, moaning as I smear it over her ass, making her flushed flesh glimmer with her desire.

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