that.
“Honey, you keep on like that and I ’ m likely to toss you over my shoulder, rush into the room and throw you in the middle of that big bed.”
“I dare you.” She nipped at the base of his neck, sucking the tender skin into her hot mouth and giving him all sorts of ideas about what else she could be doing with those juicy lips of hers. Without giving her time to react, he shifted his hands from the traffic-stopping mounds of her ass to her waist, lifted her high and flopped her over his shoulder.
“Colt!” She laughed and smacked his ass—hard.
“You better watch it girl or you ’ ll be getting some of that back.
Her only response was another flat-handed slap to his already stinging ass.
Stopping a few feet shy of the bed, he shrugged her from her place on his shoulder and threw her onto the bed. She landed on her back, her long dark hair spread out like waves against the white bedspread and her luscious tits bouncing from the fall. Delicious. Decadent. Daring. Angie Diaz might just be the death of him tonight but what a way to go.
To keep himself from ripping her pretty red dress off of her mouthwatering body, he took a step back and put his hands on his hips. “That little spanking is going to cost you.”
Batting her eyelashes, she dragged one finger through the deep V of her cleavage. “But I didn ’ t bring any money with me.”
His cock strained against his zipper at her coy act, doing its damnedest to break free and point the way toward exactly where it wanted to go—straight home to the warmest heaven between her strong thighs. He reached behind his neck and pulled off his Thunder T-shirt, letting it drop to the floor. Her eyes went wide and she sucked in a deep breath that pushed her tits out.
“Looks like I have to find another way for you to pay.”
Taking one of her ankles in each hand, he lifted and spread them so her legs formed a narrow V and pink-painted toes pointed at the ceiling. The skirt of her sundress pooled around her waist, giving him an unfettered and insanity-inducing view of her long brown legs and the scrap of red lace someone had fooled her into thinking was a full pair of panties. The thin straps of her dress had slipped off her shoulders, taking some of the material with it, exposing the tops of her tits while still hiding her large, dark nipples. God, he could come in his pants just from the view alone.
“ Whatever happens, don ’ t let them drop until I tell you to.”
“And what if I do anyway?” she asked, her voice breathy and low.
“ Then I ’ ll stop. ” With deliberate slowness, he trailed a finger from the inside of her calf to the middle of her inner thigh. “And you don ’ t want that.”
“You ’ re pretty cocky.”
“You know from experience that I am.” He unsnapped the button of his shorts and pushed them down along with his boxer briefs, so that he stood naked before her, pre-come already wetting the tip of his rigid dick. Wrapping his fingers around his thickness, he stroked up and down while staring at the fast-dampening center of her lacy red panties.
Her thighs quivered. He released his cock and kneeled before her, putting his hands on the backs of her thighs so she could rest against him and then spread her legs as wide as they would go. The scent of her arousal teased him, making him harder than he thought possible. “Fuck, you smell good.”
“You should see how I taste.” There was no disguising the hungry desperation in her voice.
His girl needed it. Bad.
“Oh honey, I ’ m getting to that.” He kissed a path from her knee to the edge of her panties, crossed over her center with his mouth close enough that his breath made a dent in the swath of cloth covering her wet folds, and then followed the opposite trail up her other leg.
Releasing her thighs, he pulled her panties as far as they would go then shredded them in two with the lightest pressure.
“That was mean.” She pouted, still playing the game. “I
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