Page 75 of Arrogant Bastard

My mouth whispers over her smooth cheekbone, the smell of her skin so intoxicating that I want to devour her. “You’ll see. Now face forward and do as I say.”

Her hands grip the edge of the wooden slab.

I circle her trim waist with my hands, tighten my hold, and rock my hips against her for a second before I glide my hands down to grip her ass. My touch is less than gentle when I squeeze. A hot little moan leaves her lips.

I kick her legs apart, wide enough for me to kneel between them. Then I reach around to the front and open the button on her shorts. A tug of the zipper and the offending material keeping her from me drops to snag on her hips. The sight of her very skimpy thong stupefies me for a minute. “Fuck, baby, you’re so lucky I didn’t know you were wearing this before.”

“W…why?” she stutters adorably.

“Because so far, those tiny scraps of lace you wear cover your ass. But on the day we decide to go out, you wear two pieces of string?”

I bring my hand down hard on her left butt cheek. She yelps, and her whole body shakes. I follow my spank with a bite, and her knees give way. A moment later, her scent hits my nostrils.

“Fuck, I can smell you.” I spank her right cheek, and I’m rewarded with the same reaction. With the same wave of heat from her pussy. “God, you’re a filthy little thing, aren’t you?” I take another bite. “Aren’t you?”

“Y…yes.”

I yank down her shorts until her widened stance stops them at her calves. But I have more than enough to work with. I pull her thong up between her butt cheeks until her pussy strains against the material. When she tries to rock against the friction, I spank her again.

“You’re not allowed to get yourself off. Not until I’m good and ready.”

Her moan is half protest, half surrender. I tug again, and again, and watch with rapt hunger as she gets wetter.

“Look at me.”

She glances at me over her shoulder. The sight of her stormy green eyes through her bangs adds a layer of steel to my dick. How the fuck is it even possible for me to be this hard just from that alone?

“Do you want to come?”

Her cheeks flush a deep pink, and she nods. “Please.”

“I can’t wait to hear you repeat that word sometime soon, when you’re on your knees.” I tug again, and her eyes flutter.

The next tug is much harder, designed to rip the material keeping her from me. It gives way with a snap.

“Oh God.”

I pull the scrap of fabric away, tuck it into my back pocket, and sink to my knees. A tap on her ankle, and she raises one leg. I pull the shorts off, keeping her legs adequately parted, and spread her cheeks.

The sight of her glistening pussy and swollen clit drenches me with a need so strong I feel like I’m going to pass out just looking at her. “God, Faith, you have the most gorgeous cunt.”

She trembles harder, probably from my raw language. Or from the use of her name.

“Faith,” I test again.

Another shiver. But no protest. I save that piece of info and part her wider. Her beautiful butthole reminds me I haven’t taken that incredible pleasure yet. Something else to savor soon. Unable to resist another second, I drag her back and flick my tongue against her puckered flesh.

“Ahhh!”

Beneath my hold, her thigh muscles spasm wildly, and her next breath hisses out. “Feel good?”

“Yes,” she moans. She rocks back against me, and I push my tongue deeper into her. “So good.”

I’m not sure how much longer I can hold on. Still circling her sphincter, I drag my middle finger through her soaked pussy. Back and forth until she’s whimpering.

“Killian…please…”

The plea is too much for me. On the next pass, I slide my finger inside her pussy. Her hungry channel immediately closes around me. Her hips begin to pump, cheeky little strokes at first. Then, when I add another finger, she increases the tempo. I can’t find the words to berate her because the picture she creates of her plump ass, her arched back, and the rope of her hair swinging back and forth is so intoxicating I don’t mind. I finger her harder, faster, pushing my tongue deeper into her ass.

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