Jesus, she’s lippy. “Rules are rules, baby.” I mock back.
I decide no more Mr. Fucking-nice-guy for her. I scroll through trying to find a letter I don’t think she will know, which is mean, I know, but her lippy ass deserves it. I pick a P and show her the screen. She stares at it for a long moment, and by her hard concentration I know I’ve got her. I’m about to tell her to shed her shirt when she repeats the right letter back to me. Huh, I didn’t expect that.
She smiles at my surprised expression. “Next, Jameson, and this time it better be your shirt.”
I glare at her smugness then sit up and take my shirt off. My semi-erect cock, goes painfully hard when I watch her innocent eyes roam my body with appreciation, her cheeks flushing pink. Yeah, this game isn’t going to last long. I scroll through the letters again and pick a Q. There is no way she knows this one. I flip the screen toward her with a smirk.
“Hmmm,” she muses, one of her fingers tapping her lip as she stares at it for a long moment, a really long moment.
“Shirt off, babe, now,” I order, before turning the screen back to me.
“Q,” she blurts out.
My gaze snaps back to her. What the fuck? “How did you know that?”
She shrugs. “I’ve been practicing.” I watch her suspiciously, something not feeling right. “Pants off, babe, now,” she mimics back and bursts out laughing, thinking she’s fucking hilarious.
This game is seriously starting to piss me off. I take my belt off instead of my pants and she rolls her eyes, clearly not happy with my choice. She’s goddamn lucky I don’t skip this shit altogether and rip her fucking clothes off instead. I’m close to doing just that.
I carefully select my next choice, skimming through every letter. Emily waits patiently with a smug smile, one I’m becoming more and more suspicious of. I decide on the letter B. I show her the screen and pay really close attention to her. I watch her stare at it, and my eyes drop when I notice her arm just barely moving, but I can’t see her hand. “Hey, what the fuck are you doing?” I point at her accusingly.
She stills. “What?”
“Put your fucking hands up!”
She throws her hands up with a laugh. “Am I under arrest, Special Agent Jameson?”
I’d find her cute if I weren’t busy busting her ass. “You were fucking cheating.”
“No, I wasn’t.” She scoffs then bites her lip guiltily.
“Yes, you were. You were tracing the letters next to you, weren’t you?” She would know what they are by drawing them out. Fuck, I can’t believe I never caught on.
“No.” She lies again, laughing hysterically. That’s it. I toss the fucking iPad aside then pounce on her. She squeals as I flip her under me and away from the headboard so we’re horizontal. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry. I would have told you, I swear.”
I grunt. “Before or after I had all my clothes off?”
“Duh, after of course,” she sasses back, jacking my dick harder.
Rising up, I cup her between her legs, feeling the heat of her pussy through her shorts, and her laughter trails off on a moan. “That smart mouth of yours is about to get you into trouble, Emily.”
“Then by all means, punish away,” she taunts breathlessly, lifting her hips to grind into my touch.
White-hot lust erupts through me. “Be careful what you ask for, baby.” I’ve been fairly careful with her the last few days, not wanting to unleash this burning desire I have for her, the need to fuck her without abandon so strong it even scares me.
She looks up at me earnestly, then reaches up and curls her hand around my neck, pulling me down to her mouth. I kiss her long, deep and thoroughly, her innocent taste, one I will never be able to live without ever again, rushes through my veins and completely intoxicates me. As hard as my dick is right now, I could just do this with her for hours. Just touch and taste her.
Her fingers grip my hair aggressively as we devour one another. “Don’t hold back on me, Jameson,” she mumbles just before she shocks the shit out of me by taking my bottom lip and sinking her teeth into it.
The sting shoots like a bolt of electricity straight through my body and right to my cock. My restraint snaps. With a growl, I rise up and grab the top of her tank top then tear it down the middle. She gasps in shock before a fiery whimper escapes her lips. I throw the tatted material of her top aside and stare down at her sexy, pink lace bra with my plaid shirt marginally covering her.
My hand reaches up to cup her delicate throat, my thumb running back and forth on her thrumming pulse point. “Everything about you is beautiful, Em, and delicate. The way I want to take you, the things I want to do to this sweet body of yours.” I shake my head and groan. “It’s so fucking consuming, I find it hard just to breathe.”
“I’m not going to break, Ryder,” she whispers.
“No, you won’t, but you deserve sweet and soft just like you.”
She reaches up and touches my mouth, her fingers tracing my lips. “I deserve you, and everything you have to give me.”
She is not ready for everything I want to give her, but I’ll definitely start getting her prepared for it. I encircle her wrist and press a kiss to the inside of her palm, giving her one last moment of tenderness before removing her shorts. I rid her of them quickly, leaving her in her matching pink panties and my shirt.
“Fuck, you’re sexy.” I reach up and flick the front clasp of her bra, freeing the best set of tits I’ve ever had the pleasure to touch and taste. Leaning down, I take a pink tortured bud into my mouth and suck it before biting down with force.
“Ah, god.” She whimpers, her nails digging into my shoulders, the painful pleasure spiking my dick harder than I thought possible.
I get to my feet and stand at the edge of the bed before grabbing her ankles and pulling her closer to me. Her eyes burn with lust and anticipation, but there is no denying the trepidation in them. “Sit up for a moment, baby.” When she does as I ask, I rid her of my shirt and her bra before coaxing her to her back again. I stare down at her innocent perfection, she looks like a fucking angel – one I’m about to corrupt.
I trail my hand between her breasts and down her quivering stomach before cupping her hot, lace covered pussy, feeling her fucking soaked. She moans and arches into my touch. “Do you trust me, Emily?”
Her eyes snap open, her pretty gaze holding mine with confidence. “Yes.”
It’s the only word I needed to hear. Grasping her hips, I bend down and give her soft, toned tummy a gentle kiss before flipping her to her stomach, she gasps at the sudden movement. I lift her to her knees so her perfect ass is perched for my pleasure… or hers, depending how you want to look at it.
I cup her soft, round flesh, loving how perfectly it fills my hands. “I swear, Em, your ass was made for my hands, just like the rest of your body.”
She moans and thrusts back greedily. “Ryder, please do something.”
I smirk. “What do you want me to do to you, baby, hmm?” When she doesn’t respond, I chuckle, knowing she doesn’t want to ask for it. “This maybe?” I lean down and kiss each side of her round globes. She shakes her head and pushes back, seeking more. “No? Then how about this?” I rip the lace from her body before running two fingers through her wet flesh, tracing lightly over her throbbing clit.
A fiery, sound erupts from her. “Ryder, please, you know what I want.”
I chuckle. “Yeah, baby, I know, and I love hearing you fucking beg for it.” I bring my fingers from her pussy and suck her arousal off. I groan from her sweet taste then bring my hand down on her ass, delivering a sharp slap.
“Ahhh, yes,” she cries and thrusts back eagerly for more. I give her what she wants, bringing my hand down again, a little harder this time, making her scream.
I groan, feeling ready to explode from just the sound of her pleasure. I watch her soft flesh turn red and I soothe it with my palm. “Tell me, Em, tell me how much you like it when I spank this tight ass of yours.”