I grin. “Sure did.”
“Doesn’t sound like you did,” she mutters in a disgruntled tone.
I smack her again. “You aren’t paying attention.”
“You’re the one—”
My palm hits the juicy part of her ass again. This time, a moan slips out of her. I slide my fingers between the tight squeeze of her cheeks to find her sex soaked and hot. This never fails to turn her on.
“I can feel you smiling,” she accuses.
I hum in return, too pleased by her arousal to reply. I stroke her with three digits, moving along the floor of her pussy until I find that patch of skin that sends her flying. I work her over, thrusting and scissoring until she’s a mess of wet, breathless, squirmy excitement. To make it better, I begin to spank her with my free hand while I fuck her with my fingers.
“You going to put yourself in danger again?” Smack!
“No!”
“You think I should’ve married someone else?” Smack!
“No!”
“You leaving me?” Smack! Smack! Smack! The sound of my hand meeting her flesh mingles with her cries of happiness.
“No. No. I’m not leaving.” She pushes her reddened cheeks up toward my hand, silently begging for me. “I’m sorry. I’ll be good.”
“You better.” I keep paddling her until her ass is a crimson color and her cum drenches my legs. Once she returns to earth from her pleasure-pain high, I lift her off my lap and drape her across my desk. Once her legs are free of her jeans, I pull out my cock and position it at her entrance.
She looks so fucking sexy like this, her pussy lips swollen and exposed, framed by her cherry red bottom. I bite my lower lip and suck in a deep breath. “You’re going to be the death of me, woman.”
“But what a way to go,” she teases.
“Sweetheart, if I could die like this, you’d have to have a closed casket because the smile on my face would be obscene. It’s a good thing you can’t see me. I think you’d slap the smug right off.”
“I’ll slap something if you don’t put your big cock inside of me,” she says, bratty once again.
“Is that how we’re doing it now?” I give her cheeks another whack.
She inhales swiftly but shoots back, “Once a bad girl, always a bad girl, I guess.”
I throw back my head and let out a laugh. I don’t know how I got so lucky to have a woman like this one—my very own, very good, very bad girl.