Her quiet moan goes straight to my balls. I rock into her, my cock pressing against her pussy. She whimpers and bucks against me, her instincts coming on strong, despite her innocence. I reach down and wrap one leg around me, and she catches on quickly, repeating the movement with her other leg. Her skirt bunches up around her waist, and the heels of her boots dig into my ass. My need to fucking devour this woman jacks up higher as her nails dig into my shoulders to steady herself.
Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’m not letting you go anywhere.
I bury one hand in her hair, tilting her head back to meet my gaze. “When I let you down from here, you’re going to strip off everything but your boots and your panties, and get on your hands and knees on the bed.”
Her dark eyes widen, clearly telegraphing her shock at my words.
Oh, this is going to be fun.
I begin to lower her to the ground, but her legs tighten around my waist.
I tighten my grip in her hair. “Do you understand me?”
She nods.
“Words. Yes or no?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
The smile that spreads across my face feels predatory, even to me. “You’re going to be a naughty fucking girl for me, aren’t you?”
Her mouth opens to respond, but instead of speaking, she closes it and swallows—like she’ll soon be swallowing my cock. She’s going to be perfect.
“Do you want to know what I do to naughty girls?”
She nods.
“Anything I want.”
Her pupils dilate, and I know I’ve got her exactly where I want her. My lips lower to hers and devour her again. The taste of whiskey reminds me that I want to lick it off her body, and drink it from her sweet pussy.
Fuck. What is it about this woman that makes me lose every shred of self-control?
I don’t care enough to answer the question because she’s wrapped her hand around my neck, pulling me closer. Her quick little tongue tangles with mine, and the taste of her . . . Jesus. It steals away logic and common sense.
I yank myself back from the edge, and away from her lips, and slowly lower her to the ground.
“What—?” Her half protest is weak, and she presses a palm against my chest for balance.
“Now,” I say, and wait for her to react.
“What?” she asks again, this time with more fortitude.
“I told you where I wanted you. And I want it now.”
She blinks, as if trying to throw off the haze of desire.
I don’t think so. I drop my hands to her shoulders and turn her to face the bed.
“Strip. Leave the panties and the boots. I want your ass in the air.”
I release her, and she stumbles forward a step. I lock down the urge to steady her, because if I touch her again, I’m going to be tearing every thread she’s wearing off her.
To her credit, she steadies herself—and quickly. I wonder how rapidly she’s going to comply with my orders, but I don’t have to wonder long. She reaches for the hem of her shirt and hesitates, glancing back over her shoulder.
Keep going, I think, waiting to see how well she’ll comply with my orders—spoken and unspoken.
She bites her lip and looks forward again before slowly lifting the shirt up and over her head. It dangles from her fingertips for a moment before she drops it to the floor. She pauses, and I wonder if she’s going to back out. But she doesn’t. The sound of the zipper comes, and she shimmies her skirt off. A tiny red thong reveals most of her perfect peach of an ass.
Jesus fucking Christ, she’s perfect.
“The bra too,” I remind her when she drops her arms to her sides.
She shoots another glance back at me before reaching her arms around to unhook it and slide it off. It joins the pile of clothes on the floor. Her thumbs hook into the waistband of her thong.
“Stop.”
She freezes when I utter the word.
“You need to learn to listen better, naughty girl. Leave them. I want you on the bed on your hands and knees, your ass in the air.”
Her gaze snaps to the bed, and she takes a shaky step toward it. I move forward in one lunge, tearing the spread off it and tossing it aside.
Her hands hit the sheets as she stumbles forward. She stills for only a moment before crawling onto the bed and complying with my command.
“I’m going to rip those flimsy little panties right off you and eat that juicy cunt for dessert.”
When her entire body shivers at my words, I wonder if anyone has ever spoken so crudely to her. I highly doubt it.
But still, she doesn’t move. Doesn’t make a break for it, so I’m all in.
His words. Oh my God, his words. I’ve read things like that, but I’ve never heard someone say them. So dirty, so filthy . . . and God help me, so hot. Maybe there’s something wrong with me, but I like it. I want him to tell me what to do, because if he can make me feel this way with nothing but words and a few kisses, I want more.