"Y-yes. I mean, no."
"Liar." I rub my palm over her ass and then slip my fingers between her legs. "Oh, sunshine. I think youlovethe idea of me spanking you. You've soaked through these little things."
"Please, Ryker," she whispers, rocking back against my hand. "P-please."
I slip her panties to the side, giving us both what we want. She's so fucking hot and wet. Jesus. She's burning silk against my fingertips. I touch my thumb to her clit, making her cry out.
"Count them out, sunshine."
"Ryker."
I deliver a light smack to her left cheek.
She jumps, crying out.
"Count, sunshine," I growl.
"O-one!"
I rub my hand over her left cheek, playing with her clit. Once she relaxes again, I smack the right cheek.
"Two!" she cries.
"Your pussy gets wetter with every smack." I readjust her, dragging her panties down her legs. Once they're past her knees, she wiggles them off. And goddamn, she's the sweetest pink. It's my new favorite color.
I rub my hand over her cheek and then spank her twice in rapid succession. She shouts my name, rocking back for more as her cheek turns pink beneath my palm.
"Three. Ah. Four!"
I circle her hot little hole before pressing the tip of my finger in. She sobs and pushes back, impaling herself on it.
"Fucking hell," I breathe and then spank her opposite cheek. Her pussy clenches around my finger.
"Five," she sobs, clawing at the blanket. "Ryker. I-I... Why does it feel sogood?"
I realize in that instant what I didn't before. My sunshine is innocent. A virgin. No one has ever touched my girl before or made her feel this way.
"Because you love it, sunshine," I growl, rolling her off my lap onto her back. I follow her down, throwing her legs over my shoulder.
Her hips jolt off the floor, and another sob is torn from her throat. She's desperate to come, every touch driving her higher. But she's coming on my tongue. I want to taste it.
"Scream for me, sunshine. It's just me and you up here in this big, fancy suite," I breathe, dragging her closer to my mouth. My fucking eyes threaten to roll back in my head. Goddamn. She smells good. "And I locked the door."
"Ryker."
I part her folds with two fingers and take one long lick. My eyes do roll back in my head this time. Fuck me. I have to marry this girl immediately so I can do this every day for the rest of my life. It's a fucking biological imperative.
I grip her hips, drag her closer to my mouth, and fucking gorge myself on her cunt. I'm not polite about it. Then again, I don't have to be. It's my pussy. I can eat it as loud and messy as I want.
She screams her pleasure into the room, coming on my tongue in a flood of honey. I lick up every last drop as she shakes her way through it, clinging to the blanket beneath her.
As soon as she falls limp, I drag her back into my arms, wrapping my body around her.
“I want you,” she whispers, slipping her hand beneath my shirt. Her fingernails drag down my abdomen. “Please.”
“Sunshine.”
“Please, Ryker.”