Page 258 of By His Play

“Bad, bad girl,” I muse before dragging my eyes back down her body.

Slowly, painfully fucking slowly, she parts her legs.

My mouth waters and my hand lifts to rub at my jaw.

“Fuck, yeah,” I groan.

She’s waxed and so fucking pretty.

“Kieran, please.”

The sound of her needy whimper drags me from my head, and I reach behind me to pull my hoodie from my body.

It hits the floor, and my sweats, boxers and sneakers go next.

“Hands and knees, Luck.”

Without missing a beat, she does as she’s told. Grabbing her hips, I drag her back so her knees are on the edge of the mattress.

“Been dreaming about this pussy, about you being my good girl.”

“Yes,” she moans as I palm her ass.

“But I need to deal with you being bad first.”

Pulling my hand back, I spank her ass.

She cries out, her entire body jolting forward.

I stare down at the glowing red print, my chest expanding with pride and possessiveness.

“Count,” I demand before doing it again.

“Two,” she cries.

“Those are for not telling me that you came back,” I explain.

“Three. Four.”

“For making me think you had a date.”

“Five.”

Her fists twist in the sheets as she rocks her ass back, silently begging for more.

Rubbing the bright red print, I drop to my knees behind her, my eyes zeroing in on her pussy.

“Fuck, Luck. You’re dripping down your thighs.”

She whimpers.

“Words. Give me words.”

“Please.”

“Please what?” I ask as I grab her ass and spread her open.

“Please, make me come.”

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