“Teach me, Gabe,” she purrs.
I sweep her hair to the side, kiss her neck, lick a path to her jawline. She tastes so good, and my head swims with lust. “Mmm. But I think I’ll make you wait for the next lesson of my hand.”
“Why?” she whines.
“You need to prove you want me to fuck you hard.”
She pants. “How?”
“Show me how turned on you are.” I let go of her. Step back. Wait.
Slowly, she spins around, her lips parted. “Where do you want me?”
I point to the Adirondack chair. “Take off your skirt and get in that chair. Show me your pussy.”
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WHY I LIKE PINK
Gabe
Once she strips off her skirt and panties, she perches on the edge of the chair. Her breath comes in staggered gasps of anticipation.
Mine escapes in a long, guttural groan.
She’s so fucking pretty.
I stare savagely at her slick, pink center. A thin landing strip leads to the paradise between her thighs. I’m so ready to feast on her, but there’s one problem. Standing in front of her, stroking the hard outline of my cock, I arch a brow. “That’s good, sweetheart. But there’s an issue. You keep defying me.”
“How?” she asks, wobbly but breathlessly.
I narrow my eyes. “I told you togetin the chair. Not tositin it.”
Her brown eyes sparkle. “How do you want me…Gabe?” There’s a deliberate pause before my name as her gaze drifts down her body, inviting me to look.
She’s glistening even more.
I point and draw a circle in the air. “Stand, turn around, and lift that sweet ass for me.”
She obeys.
“Now, bend over, and hold on to the arms of the chair.”
She complies again, and I groan at the filthy, beautiful sight. Her long, lean legs. Her creamy flesh. Her wet pussy.
I kneel behind her, cover her cheeks with my hands, and spread her apart.
She trembles.
I blow a soft stream of air against her wetness, like a promise of all the wild sensations to come. “I have one request, sweetheart,” I say.
“What’s that?”
“Don’t want your neighbors to hear what’s mine. Be fucking quiet. Or I’ll spank you.”
“Oh!” She wiggles her rear. “But I like spanking.”
Best. Words. Ever.