Page 22 of Tennessee Whiskey

I glare up at him defiantly. My cheeks are flaming at both his dirty innuendo and the aftermath of the spanking. He just looks down at me stoically.

“Oh, so you can cuss and I can’t? Hypocrite much?” I snark up at him.

He throws his head back and laughs.

“How dare you strike me!” I hiss at him.

He shakes his head, his golden eyes darkening. “Not strike. Spank. Discipline. There’s a difference.”

“I don’t need discipline from you,” I spit at him. “You’re not my daddy.”

“On the contrary,” he says, his eyes burning into mine, “I’m the only daddy you’re ever going to have again.”

He cranes his head down until his lips are so close to mine I can feel them dancing along mine as he whispers, “And you loved every fucking minute of it.”

“You’re insane,” I tell him.

He smirks against my lips before he takes them in a rough kiss. I feel his fingers touching me through my shorts, and it’s like electricity zings right between my legs. He groans into my mouth, a rumble that goes straight to my core, and then I feel his fingers sliding up under my shorts, pushing them and my panties to the side in one swift motion.

Those fingers stroke over my most intimate of places, and then he pulls his hand back from my shorts, holding it up with a triumphant smirk on his face.

“Told you you liked it. You’re fucking soaked for me.” His fingers are glistening with my juices, and my face heats at his words.

My eyes widen when he puts those same fingers in his mouth and tastes me, never break eye contact with me as he does so.

It’s so dirty and the look in his eyes is so dark and lustful that I can’t stop myself from trembling. There’s a pulsing thrum between my legs, and my breath catches in my throat.

“You taste like honey,” he tells me before he captures my lips in a deep kiss, thrusting his tongue into my mouth, making me taste myself. It’s the most erotic thing that’s ever happened to me.

I feel my legs buckling and throw my arms around him, clinging to him to keep from falling to the ground.

He holds me up with one hand tight against my waist and another secured at my neck while he kisses me until I can’t think straight.

Before I even know what’s happening, he’s lowered me to lay on a blanket that was already spread out on the ground, his lips never leaving mine as he continues to kiss me the entire way down.

When I’m laying flat on my back, his kisses move from my mouth to trail over my jaw and neck. I feel his hand skimming up under my tank top to touch the bare skin of my stomach. Despite myself, I arch up into his touch.

“Yes, kitten,” he whispers against my skin as his lips move lower onto my collarbone.

He kisses me worshipfully, licking and nipping at every inch of skin he can find while his hand continues to travel upward until I feel it slip beneath the cup of my bra.

I whimper at the contact as he rolls a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, his lips kissing the swell of my breasts now.

I can’t stop the cry that escapes me when he encloses the hard bud in his hot mouth, his tongue flicking over it tantalizingly.

It’s not long before his head starts kissing its way over my stomach, causing my tiny abs to quiver beneath his lips.

“You’re everything,” he whispers against my stomach as his fingers deftly undo the buttons of my shorts.

“So fucking beautiful,” he continues as he pulls them and my panties from my body in one swift move.

I should probably stop him. I said I wasn’t going to be just another notch on his belt. I don’t want to be just another one in his long slew of women.

But I can’t make my mouth form the words. Not when his lips are branding me with fire with every wet kiss across my skin.

His lips are traveling lower now, over my pelvis and to my inner thighs.

I feel his breath fanning over my pussy, and I try to close my legs, but he won’t let me. He holds my legs open with his hands as he looks down at the part of me no one has ever seen before.


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