Page 234 of Come Back to Me

Scuttling over my legs, wriggling and wiggling as she settles into place, she moans. “This is so hot.”

For someone who’s had a lot of bad sex, she’s surprisingly innocent.

I contain a laugh and, instead, chide, “This is supposed to be a reminder not to put yourself in danger?—”

“Right.Dad,” she mocks.

“This isn’t for fun!”

“Ha!”

I lift my hand and set it on a collision course with her still-covered ass.

She screeches then does some more fidgeting, and before I know it, she’s dragging up her skirt to reveal her butt cheeks.

I can’t hide my laughter anymore. “Tee!”

“I think this is called topping from the bottom,” she says breathlessly.

“Where the fuck are your panties?”

“My laundry hamper.”

“Ah, god,” I groan as I grab one of her butt cheeks, pinch it, then slap it to watch it jiggle. “Your ass is juicy as hell. I’m going to stuff it full with one of those crystal dildos you want to buy and fuck you with it until you’re sobbing my name.”

She moans as I tug on her cheeks to find her slit’s already gleaming.

This woman was put on Earth to drive me mad, I swear.

“Maybe I won’t even use lube. Just your pussy juices. Or spit. You’re good with spit, aren’t you, baby? I’ll make you deepthroat that crystal cock until it’s drenched then stick it in your ass until you’re nice and stretched for me.”

We both hiss out a curse as I swipe my thumb through her wetness. Enjoying her whimper, I slap the same cheek and then trail my fingers down the back of her thigh until I reach the inside of her knee.

Writing my name there with my slick thumb, I feel her wiggling kickstart again and smirk when she rolls and bucks on my knee.

“No tickling,” she pleads.

Leaning down, I lave a circle on her butt cheek then I blow on it. Watching the small hairs there ping to alert in response to the different stimuli.

She grunts when I give her two spanks in quick succession.

“What are the rules?” I demand.

“Ummmm, don’t talk to Canadian MC bikers?”

“No, that wasn’t—” I sigh. “I don’t want you to talk to them anyway, but that wasn’t the rule.”

“As hot as this is… you’re not the boss of me.” She follows that with a glance over her shoulder.

Mischief stares back at me. Full force.

God, she’s such an imp.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” I rumble, and though her eyelids flutter to half mast, she graces me with the most gorgeous smile that settles straight in my heart.

“Was it ‘don’t be beautiful in front of an MC’?”

“No. It was more like keep your mouth shut in dangerous situations.” I swat her butt again. “Though, I should be grateful you didn’t jump out, Scrappy Doo.”

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