Page 33 of Dirty Dillon

“I lived in this house, a dorm, and a sorority house. You forget I’m not old like you.”

When she sticks out her tongue, I see exactly where this is going.

“Little girl, are youtryingto earn a spanking?” Because I can certainly oblige. The thought of her pink bottom upturned over my lap sends a jolt of lust through my body.

Cressida giggles and winks at me. “Maybe I am,” she says, biting her lower lip seductively. “But you’ll have to catch me first.”

I chase her around the room, her laughter filling the air as we playfully wrestle for a few moments. When we finally stop, I’ve got her across my lap. “You know what happens to naughty girls who try to earn a spanking, don’t you?” I say, my voice low and husky. “They get exactly what they’re asking for.”

I yank Cressida’s pants down and palm her bare ass. Her gasp of surprise is followed by a yelp as my hand comes down hard on her behind. “You need to learn some respect, Cressida.”

“Ow!” she cries out, squirming against me.

Cressida may be a fiery little thing, but she’s also incredibly responsive to my touch. I run my hand over her bare skin, soothing the spot where I just spanked her. Her hips buck against me, and the heat between her thighs is scenting the room.

“Looks like someone’s enjoying this,” I murmur.

“I am not. Okay. Maybe a little,” she admits. “I keep thinking I shouldn’t like it. But I do. Is that wrong?”

“Nothing we do together is wrong, princess.” I pull her up into my lap. “Are you going to behave now?” I ask gruffly, trying to maintain control. We’re never going to get out of this bedroom at the rate we’re going.

“Yes, Dillon,” she breathes, the sound of my name on her lips sending a jolt straight to my cock. Jesus. Just my name does it. “Thank you for... showing me who’s in charge.”

“You should try to say that with a straight face. I might have a better chance of believing you mean it,” I say, pulling her close so our bodies are pressed together.

The feeling of her soft curves against my hardness is intoxicating. We share a heated look, a beat passes, and our lips crash together, tongues dancing and hands roaming.

Suddenly, nothing else matters.

“Maybe I should fuck some manners into you. Would you like that? Is this your childhood bed?”

She nods enthusiastically. “You’re the only boy I’ve ever had in this bedroom.” She grinds into me. “But this very bed is where I had my first orgasm. Where I learned to touch myself.”

I groan, feeling my cock swell against her. I hope we have enough time to finish packing after this. I push her down onto her back and pull her pants all the way off her legs. “Show me. Show me how you used to touch yourself.”

Cressida blushes, but complies, pushing her hands between her legs and stroking her clit. She gasps in pleasure as she moves her fingers faster, and I move my hands to her inner thighs, pushing her legs open wider.

“That’s it, baby,” I encourage her, my voice thick with desire. “Let me watch you come.”

She arches her back as her orgasm builds, and I can’t resist the urge to feel more of her. I reach between her legs and press my fingers against her slickness, thrusting into her as she continues to pleasure herself.

Cressida cries out as she comes, her body trembling with pleasure. I lean down and kiss her. “That was incredible,” I whisper, my voice raw with emotion.

Cressida smiles up at me, her cheeks still flushed. “What about you?”

“We should finish packing,” I say, licking the fingers that were inside her. “You can take care of me later.”

She pouts. “Okay. Can you please pack that drawer for me?” She points to the nightstand and rolls over, still naked from the waist down.

I roll my eyes as she saunters around half naked trying to change my mind so that I fuck her. I have my suspicions that she will not be as easily tamed as I thought the first day she came to my garage. And I’m glad.

It’s never going to be boring.

I open the drawer and laugh. It’s completely full of toys. “What’s all this?” I ask, picking up a small vibrator.

Cressida grins. “That, my bossy boyfriend, is a reminder of the naughty things we can do when we get to our destination.”

I’ve got two choices. I can pack all her naughty toys and ignore that she’s trying to tease me into fucking her. Or I can give in and enjoy the ride.

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