“Why do you want to hit me?” she asked.
“Spank. Not hit. It’s a spanking,” I corrected.
“Fine then. Why do you want tospankme?” she asked.
I reached down and slid my hand between her legs, and she gasped.
“Because this is my pussy. I shot my load into it. Over and over again. Yet you are going to let another man take you to a movie? Take off your shorts,” I repeated.
Understanding slowly crossed her expression. “I thought—I mean—I didn’t think …” She paused and licked her lips. “I thought that was a one-time thing.”
Unable to wait any longer, I grabbed her shorts and jerked them down, and she yelped, startled by the sudden movement. They fell down to her ankles, and I ran a finger along the lace of her white panties.
“I needed time to think,” I told her. “You fucked up my head.”
I grabbed the sides of her panties and pulled hard once, ripping them loose and letting them fall down to the floor with her shorts. “I had just woken up, and my dick was hard, wanting to sink inside of you again. Women don’t get under my skin like that. It was new. Confusing. But I’ve had time to think it through.”
“Oh,” she said softly.
“I’m not sharing,” I warned her.
She didn’t say anything. I picked her up and tossed her over my shoulder, and she squealed in surprise.
“Dean!” she said, hitting my back with her hands.
I stopped at the sofa, then put her back down. I sat on the sofa, grabbing her wrist and tossing her over my lap.
“Dean! You can’t be serious,” she said breathlessly.
She was excited. She couldn’t cover that up.
I ran my hands over her ass and back. She was trembling under my touch. I moved my hand up to her hair and then pulled it back until she was looking at me.
“Mine,” I repeated, then let her hair go and raised my hand for the first swat across her soft flesh.
She cried out, and I did the same thing to the other cheek. Both were a nice pink, and my dick throbbed. I took turns in slapping each side as her startled cries turned into moans. Pausing, I moved my hand between her legs to find her pussy soaking wet. Damn, she was perfect.
This time, she cried out my name as I shoved my fingers inside her. She’d taken her spanking, and now, I would make her come.
“You liked it. Naughty girl gets off on her ass getting spanked,” I said as I fingered her pussy.
She was panting and rocking against my hand.
“Fuck my fingers,” I said. “Come all over them.”
She said my name as she rocked faster against my hand.
“That’s it. Ride my hand like you’re gonna ride my cock tonight.”
She shouted my name as her body tensed and her warm entrance squeezed my fingers. I ran my other hand over her bare ass, caressing the pink flesh where my handprint still lingered. When she calmed, I moved her so she was cradled in my arms. She closed her eyes tightly, and I smiled at the look on her face.
“I can’t believe I did that,” she said.
I ran my thumb over her bottom lip. “It was hot. So damn hot that you’re forgiven. Now, go break the date. Tell Greg that you’re no longer available. Ever.”
“It’s Gavin,” she replied.
“I don’t give a fuck if it’s God. Call that shit off.” I softened the demand by pressing a kiss to the top of her head.