“What?”
“Why does your body have to be so hot? I’ve spent a week with you, and I haven’t seen you work out once. You shouldn’t be this good-looking.”
I give her my sexiest grin before I kiss her neck. I grab the hem of her shirt and lift it over her head.
I take a step back to really look at her body. “Talk about hot bodies.”
She blushes, and I love it.
“You’ve been a naughty girl,” I say, grabbing her hips and pulling her back toward me.
“Yeah? How?” She moans against my lips as her soft lips kiss me again.
I grab the sweatpants that she changed into and push them down her body. I turn her around and slap her hard on the ass. “You forced me to pretend to date a woman who isn’t you.”
I slap her again, and she yelps.
She turns her face toward me as she bites her lip. “Does that mean that I have to be punished?”
My eyes deepen with that thought. “Yes.”
She bites her lip harder but I realize it’s not because I turn
her on. It’s because she is stifling a laugh.
“You think it’s funny that I want to punish you?”
She turns around and swallows as she takes a step away. “Yes.”
We both make our move at the same time. She runs, and I chase after her.
She doesn’t make it far before I grab her body, pulling her back to me. She grabs the cheese and begins throwing it at me, trying to get me to let her go. I grab her hand and eat the cheese out of it to get her to stop. I suck each of her fingers into my mouth, and she melts.
I should punish her. Make her pay for hurting me. But that would mean not having sex with her. And that would punish me.
Instead, I reach around her back and undo her bra, watching as her plump breasts show themselves to me again. She grabs her panties and pushes them down, and then she’s naked, standing in the kitchen.
I groan at the sight of her. Her body is glorious. Her skin is smooth, her boobs are delicious, and her smooth stomach leads down to the tightest pussy.
Her entire body distracts me with thoughts of what I can do with her. Fuck her on the counter, in the living room, or in a bed. Claim her mouth, her pussy, her ass. I want it all.
I look into her eyes though, and I see something there that I didn’t see before. Fear.
“Why?” I ask, wanting to know why she pushed me into Lily.
She sucks in a breath as I slowly undo my pants and remove them along with my boxers and shirt.
“Because I was scared.”
I grab her and lift her onto the counter, needing her here and now. I need to look into her eyes when she comes. I need to understand everything about her.
My cock hardens as I kiss her. I push against her and then stop, resting my hands on her thighs.
She grabs my face, trying to pull me to her again.
“I need to go get a condom,” I say, hating myself for not having a ready stash on hand.
“No, you don’t.”