I dragged her toward me, spanking her bottom over the far too short khaki skirt she wore.
“Ouch! That hurts.”
“As it should, printsessa.”
“I just told you. Stop calling me that. I’m no princess. I pay my own way, do my own thing.”
I wasn’t certain who she was trying to convince, but her spiteful words only enflamed my raging desire that much more. I was finished with wasting time, my needs increasing with every passing second. After climbing off the bed, I pulled her to the edge, reaching underneath to unfasten her skirt.
“You’re crazy,” she whispered, but there was no animosity in her tone, just a breathless wonderment of what was about to occur between us.
“We’ve also already established that.” I jerked on the zipper, finally able to drag the dense material past her rounded hips.
She picked that moment to start another little quarrel between us, doing everything she could to get out of my clutches. I wasted no time spanking her bottom several times, the sting in my hand giving me a wide smile.
Candy stopped moving altogether, but as she twisted her head over her shoulder, the venomous look she gave me allowed a jolt of electricity to soar into my system. I’d had burly men who didn’t issue anywhere close to the ferocity she was showing. Everything the woman did enticed me even more.
After removing her skirt, I took my time rubbing my hand across her buttocks. I wasn’t romantic by nature, certainly not considered gentle with anything I did in my life, but with this girl, I wanted to take my time without interruption, indulging until I was fully sated.
If that was possible around her.
“Tell me, Candy. Have you ever had a man show you what true ecstasy feels like?” I breathed in her scent once again, dragging my tongue across my lips as I thought about the sweet kiss. She’d yielded to me, but she hadn’t fully let go. That would come with time, when she was insatiable with need.
“I…” The warm flush cresting along her chin was just as delightful as the adorable pink panties, blushing pink to be exact.
“It’s alright to be honest with me, moya krasota.”
“You have no right to ask me that,” Candy insisted, although she made no attempt to move away. “I don’t know you.”
“Ah, but you soon will.” Using the flat of my hand, I continued roaming from one side of her bottom to the other before easing the material of her panties away. “Answer me.”
I could see just enough of her pinched expression to tell she wanted to be open with me. I gave her a single smack as a reminder of who she belonged to.
Her ragged whimper was sweet music. “Yes. Okay? Yes.”
“But you’ve never found anyone who took the time to learn every beautiful inch of you in order to find out what makes you tick.”
There was something adorable about the way her lower lip trembled when she tried to hold back the truth. I pulled her panties down her long legs, barely able to control the barbarian inside of me. I’d never been this aroused, beads of sweat rolling down the back of my neck.
When she remained silent, I cracked my hand against her porcelain skin twice. It was enough she jerked forward, tossing her head back and forth.
“No. No!”
“That’s about to change.” It had been a long time since I’d been able to show a woman how a real man should behave, especially in the bedroom. When I allowed her to leave my apartment, she would be completely satisfied, sore, and already hungry for more.
“I don’t… want you.”
“And I don’t believe you. I can still see the tiny tic in the corner of your mouth. There’s no sense in denying your attraction. We’re both adults.” I smacked her four additional times, but I’d grown bored with disciplining her. I had plenty of time to do that if necessary. Now was all about satisfying our shared needs.
“But you’re a horrible man.”
The tone of her voice had changed, as if she was trying to convince herself she could never want such a repulsive man like me in her life. I used a single finger, sliding it up and down her glistening pussy, allowing my simple touch to release the truth.
“Oh…” she whimpered, clamping her eyes shut.
I eased my finger past her folds, my cock pinched against my tight gym shorts. I would need relief soon, but I’d force myself to wait until she was completely satisfied. The first time had to be special, something for her to remember for months, years to come. As I pumped deep inside, I could see her resolve crumbling before my eyes, her breathing rapid and the pulse on the side of her neck thumping rapidly. It was all I could do not to drive my cock deep inside without hesitation.
When I added a second finger, she lifted her head, her face glistening with a light sheen of perspiration, her luscious lips pursed as she continued to fight the sensations rushing through her. She was tight, impossibly so. I’d need to make certain she was extremely wet before thrusting my cock inside.