Bossy(105)

For a moment she stops, staring at me with those big brown eyes, her lips pinched tightly. The corners of her lips are pulling up, as if she’s just barely hanging on. She shakes her head no. She snorts, then loses it again.

Completely out from under the covers and sprawling across the bed, I don’t think she realizes how amazingly fuckable she looks right now in only her bra and panties. It takes a lot of a willpower to not jump up on the bed and throw myself down between her legs. That would shut her up. Instead, I roll my eyes and pretend to look for something in my suitcase so she won’t see me stiffening up. In this mood she’d probably just laugh, and my pride can only take so much fucking abuse.

While I’m rooting around, Angie seems to quiet down. Maybe she’s finally done.

She snorts.

Or not.

“Enough already. I fucking get it. Watching me jerk off is fucking hilarious. Are we fucking done yet?”

She sits up, biting down on her lower lip. Lifting her hands, balled up into fists, right in front of her she pushes out at me while spreading her fingers wide. “Splooosh!” Then she throws herself at the bed, losing it again.

Alright. That’s it. I’ve fucking had it. She wants to act like a kid? I’ll show her what happens to bad little girls. Two quick steps and I leap onto the bed. She looks up in confusion, but doesn’t have enough time to do anything before I pick her up. Fuck, she’s so light.

“What are you doing? Put me down, you perv!” She doesn’t know whether to be mad or laugh, and does a little of both, still giggling while her eyes spark angrily.

“Only doing what I should’ve done a long time ago.” Sitting down at the edge of the bed, I throw her over my lap, face down and cheeks up. Fuck, that’s fine. Putting my left arm across her back to keep her in place, I put my right hand right on the perkiest ass I’ve ever had my hands on. Her smooth skin is warm and soft underneath my palm.

She wriggles, trying to get loose. “Get your hands off me!” She’s not laughing quite so hard anymore.

I don’t answer. Lifting my hand dramatically, I bring it down with a loud smack. Her soft flesh quivers, making me want to sink into her from behind and watch. She looks so fucking sexy like that.

“Ow! What the fuck?”

I smack her again, watching her ass jiggle. “Just a little lesson in respect, Sis.”

“What? Fuck you!”

“Rule number one, when the bathroom door’s closed, it means it’s busy. Were you raised in a fucking barn?”

Smack.

Her ass reddens a little. “Ow! Jesus, Gavin, I was half asleep, alright. I didn’t even think about it.” She tries to get loose, but I’m too strong for her.

“Rule number two, when you catch a guy at his most vulnerable, you do not make fun of him.” I’ve never really done this before, but I’m getting into this rules and discipline shit.

Smack.

She’s not squirming as much as she was, I can feel her body starting to submit. “You’re not liking this, are you?” I laugh and bring my hand down again, loving the soft give of her tender flesh.

Smack.

“Fuck you... Gavin.” Her breath’s coming heavier, and she’s not struggling at all now.

Seriously? That’s all it takes? I really should’ve done this earlier.

“Oh, Sis. I keep offering, but you keep saying no.”

I smack her again, letting my hand rest on the curve of her ass, right where the line of her panties cuts across her sexy cheek. She actually lets out a soft little moan. My cock never really went down all the way, but now blood’s rushing into it like it’s got a hot date, and suddenly in spite of the shower, I’m rock hard. She has to feel me pressing against her stomach, but she’s suspiciously quiet.

“And rule number three, don’t tease a guy if you’re not gonna go through with it.”

Smack.

Letting my hand trail along her curve, I slide it in between her legs. I expect her to clamp her legs together, but she doesn’t. She just lies in my lap, breathing heavily. Her panties are soaked. Holy shit. Pushing my fingers against her heat through the thin fabric, I rub gently, making her moan again, louder this time.

“That feel good, babe?” She’s so soft. And I’m so fucking hard.

“I’m not... your babe.” Her protest is half-hearted.

Angie’s writhing on my lap like a cat in heat. My hot little pussy. I knew she had it in her, and I want to rip those panties off and fuck her silly, but any wrong moves and she’ll bolt. So instead, I keep stroking her softly through her wet panties.

Her ass wriggles against my hand, like she’s trying to capture my fingers. She fists the sheets, body tense. Every breath is a quiet moan now as she gets more and more worked up.