gasps and squeals every few seconds. She moved his hand from her stomach to her breast and he groaned in pleasure, squeezing her roughly.
Suddenly, he was at full height, dragging a chair over before he stopped to meet her watchful eyes. He smirked at her. “Enjoyin yourself, then?”
She tried to still it, but her face cracked wide open. She beamed at him and nodded.
“Good, I’m glad. Don’t look away.”
Before she could ask why, she stiffened as his fingers slid inside her. He smiled wide at her shocked expression. “Good girl.”
She exhaled at those words, triggered somewhere deep. He’d proclaimed his dominance and she accepted wholeheartedly.
He dropped to the chair, settling there at the edge of the table, her legs bent and floating up over his shoulders. His fingers moved with speed as his tongue darted against her. She curled into herself, wanting to watch him, his eyes closed, an expression of satisfied focus on his face. He glanced up at her suddenly, and the sight of his green eyes left her feeling utterly exposed. Before she could look away, he smiled, his mouth still against her. Then he doubled the speed of his fingers, watching her for response. Her head shot back and her spine tensed.
He groaned his approval. “Ye like that, don’t ye?”
She could only moan as her body tightened around his fingers. He kept his pace, smashing his mouth against her. She cried out, clutching his hair in her fingers.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god!”
She fought to watch him, her hips rocking against him as her feet danced, useless. Her head fell back and she held her breath.
The shudder was so violent, her hips jerked upward enough to almost buck him away. He maintained, keeping pace with both his hands and his tongue, and she came, the sensation leaving her throbbing.
She panted there on the table a moment, unable to speak. Garrett stood up from his chair, kicked it backward, apathetic to the loud crashing sound it made as it toppled onto its side. “Come here, woman.”
He took her by the wrist and tugged her upright, pulling her off the table and onto her feet again. Her legs were almost too weak to hold her up. He held onto her, spinning her around to face the table. Then with a gentle nudge of his hips, pressed over her, forcing her to bend down before him. He groaned, the groan giving way to a wicked chuckle as he lifted the hem of her dress.
“I think ye need to be taken roughly from behind, don’t ye?”
She whimpered softly, feeling his hands run across her bare ass.
The sound startled her almost as much as the sting as Garrett’s hand made contact with her right buttock. She screamed, reaching back to cover herself, but before she could, his open palm ran over the sore spot, caressing her. “Did ye like that?”
She couldn’t respond. My god, he spanked me, she thought. What will Cassie say?
She was too startled by the moment, by how right it felt, to respond. She made a strange noise, somewhere between a whine and a laugh. Yes, she liked it, but she didn’t dare tell him for fear he would do it again.
He took her by the arms and pulled her upright, forcing her back into him. He ran his hands over her stomach and took hold of her breasts, squeezing them gently. Then he grabbed the collar of her dress and pulled it down, yanking the cups of her bra out of the way. He took hold of her bare breasts, pressing his lips to her ear, letting her hear and feel his ragged breathing.
“My god, ye are breathtaking,” he whispered.
She arched her back, letting her ass press into him. He released his hold and she listened to the sound of his belt unfastening, lowering herself back down on the table to wait for him. She glanced over her shoulder.
He met her gaze and hummed appreciatively. “Keep watching me.”
He ran his palm across her still sore backside, his stare becoming too much for her to hold. She closed her eyes, letting the touch of his hand caressing over her bare ass be the strongest
Suddenly, he was at full height, dragging a chair over before he stopped to meet her watchful eyes. He smirked at her. “Enjoyin yourself, then?”
She tried to still it, but her face cracked wide open. She beamed at him and nodded.
“Good, I’m glad. Don’t look away.”
Before she could ask why, she stiffened as his fingers slid inside her. He smiled wide at her shocked expression. “Good girl.”
She exhaled at those words, triggered somewhere deep. He’d proclaimed his dominance and she accepted wholeheartedly.
He dropped to the chair, settling there at the edge of the table, her legs bent and floating up over his shoulders. His fingers moved with speed as his tongue darted against her. She curled into herself, wanting to watch him, his eyes closed, an expression of satisfied focus on his face. He glanced up at her suddenly, and the sight of his green eyes left her feeling utterly exposed. Before she could look away, he smiled, his mouth still against her. Then he doubled the speed of his fingers, watching her for response. Her head shot back and her spine tensed.
He groaned his approval. “Ye like that, don’t ye?”
She could only moan as her body tightened around his fingers. He kept his pace, smashing his mouth against her. She cried out, clutching his hair in her fingers.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god!”
She fought to watch him, her hips rocking against him as her feet danced, useless. Her head fell back and she held her breath.
The shudder was so violent, her hips jerked upward enough to almost buck him away. He maintained, keeping pace with both his hands and his tongue, and she came, the sensation leaving her throbbing.
She panted there on the table a moment, unable to speak. Garrett stood up from his chair, kicked it backward, apathetic to the loud crashing sound it made as it toppled onto its side. “Come here, woman.”
He took her by the wrist and tugged her upright, pulling her off the table and onto her feet again. Her legs were almost too weak to hold her up. He held onto her, spinning her around to face the table. Then with a gentle nudge of his hips, pressed over her, forcing her to bend down before him. He groaned, the groan giving way to a wicked chuckle as he lifted the hem of her dress.
“I think ye need to be taken roughly from behind, don’t ye?”
She whimpered softly, feeling his hands run across her bare ass.
The sound startled her almost as much as the sting as Garrett’s hand made contact with her right buttock. She screamed, reaching back to cover herself, but before she could, his open palm ran over the sore spot, caressing her. “Did ye like that?”
She couldn’t respond. My god, he spanked me, she thought. What will Cassie say?
She was too startled by the moment, by how right it felt, to respond. She made a strange noise, somewhere between a whine and a laugh. Yes, she liked it, but she didn’t dare tell him for fear he would do it again.
He took her by the arms and pulled her upright, forcing her back into him. He ran his hands over her stomach and took hold of her breasts, squeezing them gently. Then he grabbed the collar of her dress and pulled it down, yanking the cups of her bra out of the way. He took hold of her bare breasts, pressing his lips to her ear, letting her hear and feel his ragged breathing.
“My god, ye are breathtaking,” he whispered.
She arched her back, letting her ass press into him. He released his hold and she listened to the sound of his belt unfastening, lowering herself back down on the table to wait for him. She glanced over her shoulder.
He met her gaze and hummed appreciatively. “Keep watching me.”
He ran his palm across her still sore backside, his stare becoming too much for her to hold. She closed her eyes, letting the touch of his hand caressing over her bare ass be the strongest
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