“Why can’t you just shut up?” she asks, her voice breathy. “Why do you have to be such a...prick?”
I slide my fingers out of her, and she gapes at me, open-mouthed. "Keep looking at me with your mouth open like that," I threaten. With my hand on her back, I lead her into the study and shut the door.
"And what?"
"What do you think?" I ask, sliding my shirt over my head and tossing it on the floor. "I'll give you something to put in it."
"You're so crude," she says. "And stop taking your clothes off. We're in my father's office. It's..."
"Scandalous? Taboo? Just too naughty for the good girl?" I ask.
Her eyes linger on my chest. "I didn't know you had such a large vocabulary, Caulter," she says. "I was thinking more like disgusting and filthy."
I make a show of stripping off my pants as she watches me. "Filthy?" I ask. "You haven't seen filthy yet."
"Why are you taking your pants off in my father's office?" she asks stupidly. She knows the answer.
"You know why, Princess," I say. "Because you need to let loose. And getting fucked in your father's study is the best way of doing that. Unless you’d prefer the dining room first.”
“No I would not,” she says, her voice an emphatic no. But she doesn't move, and her eyes are fixated on my bare cock. “I would prefer…”
I stroke my length, giving her a show since she wants to look at it so damn much. “Wrapping your mouth around me and taking every inch until I fill your sweet little mouth with cum?”
“Oh my God, you are so crude." Again, her words say she's disgusted. But her hand is no longer at her mouth; it's on her chest, palm covering her breast.
"No, Princess, this would be crude." I cross to where she stands. From behind her, I bend her over and place her palms flat on her father's desk. She's quiet now; all I can hear is her breath.
I flip that sweet, flirty little skirt of hers, the one that's wedding white, pure as the driven snow, over her ass.
The ass I've been dying to grip while I plunge my cock inside her.
The ass I've been fantasizing about smacking every time she makes a smartass comment about anything.
So I do it. I bring my hand back, and -- thwack -- down hard against her ass cheek, leaving a red handprint on her flesh.
She looks over her shoulder, indignant. Yet she's not restrained in any way, and doesn't stand up. "Did you just spank me?"
I grin. "It won't be the last time I do it, either."
"Do women fall for this shit?" she asks.
"You're the one bent over your father's desk, Princess," I note, caressing the place I just hit. "You're also the one who's soaking wet. So you tell me."
"It doesn't mean I'm falling for anything." But she's still as I slip her panties over her bare ass and drop them to the floor.
"Whatever you say, sweetheart." I say. "Remind yourself of that when you're coming on my tongue."
"Caulter," she protests, but only until I start to lick her, my hands gripping her ass cheeks and pulling her pussy against my mouth. I make my way over every inch of her sweet lips, rolling my tongue over and over her clit as she stands, unmoving, bent over the desk. The word becomes less of a protest and more of a moan. "Caulter. Oh, Caulter."
That moan again, the one where she moans my name, is the one that kills me. It’s the one I use to mock her, but it's crazy how insane it makes me, hearing it come out of her mouth. I suck her clit into my mouth, and thrust my fingers inside her until her legs are quivering and she’s calling out my name over and over like it’s the only word in the English language she can remember. I plunge my tongue inside her sweet entrance.
“Caulter,” she moans. “Don’t stop. I’m going to -- I’m going to -- Oh my God, Caulter!” She cries out when she comes against me, her juices covering my face.
I'm not even going to give her even a moment to recover. I just stand up and walk over to my pile of clothes, taking a condom from my wallet and wrapping my dick before I return to her.
Her face is flushed. “That was --” she begins to speak.
“I don’t want to talk,” I warn. “I’m hard as a fucking rock and I want to be inside you.”
“Caulter, I --” She’s about to say something, but whatever the hell it is, I’m not about to listen. This girl has been teasing me long enough. "Stop talking. I'm done talking. I've been thinking non-stop about bending you over and fucking you, and that's what I'm going to do."
Katherine's face flushes. "You've been thinking about me?"