her folds. “You shouldn’t turn me on if you don’t plan to get me off.”
“I do plan to get you off,” he assured her and leaned over to gently tug her hand from her pussy. He drew it over her head and pinned it to the mattress before kissing her deep and long. His hips seemed to have a mind of their own as they gyrated, rubbing the aching length of his erection against her. Even through his clothes, he could feel her heat beckoning him, promising him nirvana.
He tugged his mouth from hers slowly and stepped away before he lost complete control.
“Get dressed,” he said, his voice gruff.
She nibbled on the tip of a finger, watching him closely. He was as turned on as she was, and she damned well knew it. “I think I need a spanking first,” she said. “I’m having all sorts of naughty thoughts.”
“You aren’t the only one.”
He grabbed her leather pants off the dresser and tossed them at her. Her pink lace panties tumbled through the air as well. She must have hidden them so no one would see them when she’d so boldly left them behind earlier.
“Put those on,” he demanded gruffly.
Instead of obeying, she slid a finger into her cleft. “But I want to play some more first. Don’t you want to play with me?”
Fuck yes , he wanted to play with her, but he said, “Not until tomorrow.”
She sighed—loud and long—and reached for her panties. “You are going to give me a complex.”
He watched her slip her shapely legs into her panties and pull them up, lifting her butt off the bed to draw them over her hips. She put those goddamned leather pants on next. He’d have thought her covering some skin would cool his ardor, but if anything, those sexy-as-fuck leather pants made his cock even harder. He wasn’t sure how that was physically possible, but God, he wanted her. She caught him watching and yanked her top open, the snaps popping free all at once to expose her lacy pink bra. She tossed the shirt aside and he expected her to put on the black T-shirt she’d purchased, but instead she reached behind her back and unfastened the clasp of her bra, tossing it aside to bare her breasts.
“Madison,” he said. He’d meant it to be chastisement for making him delirious with lust, but the word came out as a tormented groan. “What are you doing?”
“Wearing my leather,” she said and shrugged into her new jacket. Not bothering to zip the garment, she reached for a discarded cowboy boot and began to tug it on.
He couldn’t help but stare open-mouthed at the inner curves of her breasts, exposed for his delight between the open edges of the jacket. She stomped into her second boot and stood, sweeping both hands beneath her mass of golden-brown curls to pull her hair free of her jacket. The movement gave him a glimpse of her rosy nipples and sent his tenuous grasp on self-control into a tailspin.
In an instant he had her pressed up against the back of the door, his mouth on hers, hands filled with her soft breasts, thigh lodged firmly between her legs and his painfully hard cock ground against her hip. He was far too aroused to stop her when her fingers began to unfasten his fly. Too excited to protest when her soft, gentle hands tugged his cock free of his pants. Too close to exploding to do anything but groan as she slid down the door to her knees and brought the head of his cock to her lips. She held the shaft in both hands as she kissed and sucked and licked the over-sensitized head. He burrowed his hands in her hair, concentrating hard on not moving, on not ramming his cock down her throat and fucking her face. His fingers dug into her scalp, and he cried out as she took him into the warm recesses of her mouth. She pulled him deep, then deeper still, until his cockhead was lodge in the back of her throat. She sucked hard as she pulled slowly away.
He groaned, his balls full to bursting. He wouldn’t last long, and he was too excited to care. When his cock popped free of her mouth, she
“I do plan to get you off,” he assured her and leaned over to gently tug her hand from her pussy. He drew it over her head and pinned it to the mattress before kissing her deep and long. His hips seemed to have a mind of their own as they gyrated, rubbing the aching length of his erection against her. Even through his clothes, he could feel her heat beckoning him, promising him nirvana.
He tugged his mouth from hers slowly and stepped away before he lost complete control.
“Get dressed,” he said, his voice gruff.
She nibbled on the tip of a finger, watching him closely. He was as turned on as she was, and she damned well knew it. “I think I need a spanking first,” she said. “I’m having all sorts of naughty thoughts.”
“You aren’t the only one.”
He grabbed her leather pants off the dresser and tossed them at her. Her pink lace panties tumbled through the air as well. She must have hidden them so no one would see them when she’d so boldly left them behind earlier.
“Put those on,” he demanded gruffly.
Instead of obeying, she slid a finger into her cleft. “But I want to play some more first. Don’t you want to play with me?”
Fuck yes , he wanted to play with her, but he said, “Not until tomorrow.”
She sighed—loud and long—and reached for her panties. “You are going to give me a complex.”
He watched her slip her shapely legs into her panties and pull them up, lifting her butt off the bed to draw them over her hips. She put those goddamned leather pants on next. He’d have thought her covering some skin would cool his ardor, but if anything, those sexy-as-fuck leather pants made his cock even harder. He wasn’t sure how that was physically possible, but God, he wanted her. She caught him watching and yanked her top open, the snaps popping free all at once to expose her lacy pink bra. She tossed the shirt aside and he expected her to put on the black T-shirt she’d purchased, but instead she reached behind her back and unfastened the clasp of her bra, tossing it aside to bare her breasts.
“Madison,” he said. He’d meant it to be chastisement for making him delirious with lust, but the word came out as a tormented groan. “What are you doing?”
“Wearing my leather,” she said and shrugged into her new jacket. Not bothering to zip the garment, she reached for a discarded cowboy boot and began to tug it on.
He couldn’t help but stare open-mouthed at the inner curves of her breasts, exposed for his delight between the open edges of the jacket. She stomped into her second boot and stood, sweeping both hands beneath her mass of golden-brown curls to pull her hair free of her jacket. The movement gave him a glimpse of her rosy nipples and sent his tenuous grasp on self-control into a tailspin.
In an instant he had her pressed up against the back of the door, his mouth on hers, hands filled with her soft breasts, thigh lodged firmly between her legs and his painfully hard cock ground against her hip. He was far too aroused to stop her when her fingers began to unfasten his fly. Too excited to protest when her soft, gentle hands tugged his cock free of his pants. Too close to exploding to do anything but groan as she slid down the door to her knees and brought the head of his cock to her lips. She held the shaft in both hands as she kissed and sucked and licked the over-sensitized head. He burrowed his hands in her hair, concentrating hard on not moving, on not ramming his cock down her throat and fucking her face. His fingers dug into her scalp, and he cried out as she took him into the warm recesses of her mouth. She pulled him deep, then deeper still, until his cockhead was lodge in the back of her throat. She sucked hard as she pulled slowly away.
He groaned, his balls full to bursting. He wouldn’t last long, and he was too excited to care. When his cock popped free of her mouth, she
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