Page 40 of Accidental Irish Daddy

“Not as easy as you thought,” I taunt.

He reaches out like a flash and manages to grab my arm and pull me into another kiss. I wrap my arms around his neck and embrace this kiss, the taste of his blood on my tongue exciting me.

Suddenly, I’m lifted into his arms and being carried up the stairs. I hold tight to him, feeling the hard muscles of his shoulders as I bury my face in his neck, kissing and biting him.

He carries me all the way up to the landing, then he kicks open one of the doors.

He sets me down, and I start to unbutton his shirt. He grabs my wrist, his eyes narrowed slits, and says, “Not yet. Don’t be so fucking eager.”

“Cock tease,” I whisper.

He raises an eyebrow.

“You’ll pay for that one.” His voice is rough with desire.

“I sincerely hope so, Mr. Duncan.” I peer up at him through my lashes, my body wound up with anticipation.

He lets my wrists go and commands, “Take off your dress.”

He steps back and I take off the jacket, tossing it across the room. Then I slip one strap off one shoulder. I watch as his eyes follow the strap before I slip the other strap down. I reach back and unzip the dress. As it loosens up, I let the dress fall to thefloor. I stand there in only my red thong. He walks up to me and slips his thumbs into the straps, then leans in and whispers, “Red panties are for me only from now on. You understand me?”

I nod.

“Tell me you understand.”

I swallow, my excitement nearly overtaking me.

“Yes, Mr. Duncan,” I say.

He gives me a satisfied smile, and it makes my heart skip.

I can already feel myself getting slick between my thighs.

I bite my lip as he gives the fabric a hard yank, breaking the straps. My thong falls to the floor with my dress.

His hands slide between my legs, his fingers sliding between the lips of my wet center. His mouth is so close to mine and all I want is to kiss him again.

“You’re practically soaked,” he purrs. “I told you not to be so fucking eager.”

“Don’t be such a fucking cock tease,” I shoot back, emphasizing the words.

His eyes widen slightly, and he proceeds to grab me around the waist and turn me around, bending me over the bed. He has me by the hips, holding me there for a moment, then a sound slap comes against one of my ass cheeks. I flinch and gasp, the sudden sting and burn adding to my arousal.

The place where he slapped me is hot under the palm of his hand as he squeezes.

My eyes roll up and I lean down, perking my backside up to him.

His belt buckle jingles as it comes undone, and I bite my lip, ready for this punishment.

He kisses my back, his tongue sliding up my spine.

Every nerve ending in my body is on fire as he moves up to the back of my neck, biting me.

I moan involuntarily. I don’t think I can take much more of this.

“Beg me for it,” he growls in my ear.

I don’t hesitate. In a desperate gasp, I moan, “Please…”

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