Elouise squirms, and I smooth my hand over the pinkening flesh. Seeing my mark on her hits me straight in the chest, and I let my hand slap down against her other cheek.
She cries out, but it’s not pain filling her tone. It’s desire.
Her head strains against my grip on her hair, but when I adjust my hand so it’s not tugging on her scalp so hard, she strains forward until the tug is just as tight as it was before.
“Fuck.” I growl, pulling her hair a little harder. “You like that, don’t you?”
She groans.
“Answer me, Dirty Girl. Do you like this? Do you like having your hair pulled and your ass slapped?”
Her whole body shudders against my lap, “Yes. Beckett… Oh my god. I’m so wet.”
My hand comes down on her bare skin again. And again. “Fuck. You’re so fucking perfect.”
Unable to take it anymore, I grip her waist and stand.
“I’m taking you now.” I warn her, spinning so she’s facing the armrest where I was just sitting. “I hope you’re on birth control because I’m fucking you bare and you’re gonna take it.”
She braces her hands against the edge of the couch and bends at the waist. “I am. I’m ready. I want it.”
My hands fumble opening my jeans. My fingers finally flipping the button open and releasing the zipper. With a few more quick movements my cock is freed, hard as steel, precum glistening at the tip.
Her dress is still bunched around her waist, and I stroke myself twice before I let go of my dick and use both hands to roughly pull her panties down to her knees. The evidence of her own arousal dampening the material.
The sight is too tempting.
Bending down, I shove my face into her core, licking from her clit to her little pink asshole.
Her hips jolt and I grin. This is gonna be fun.