Page 26 of Sassy Pants

The bed shifts, and Stud looms over me, tugging my arm away. “Look at me.”

“No.”

His knuckles stroke my cheek. “Baby, look at me.”

“What?”

“Fuck you’re cute.”

“Stop calling me cute. I’ve changed my mind. I don’t want you to fuck me. I don’t even know your name.”

“Isaac.”

I smirk. “You don’t look like an Isaac.”

“No? What do I look like then?”

“I don’t know. I expected you to have a jerk name.”

“Now you’re being adorable.”

“That’s another word for cute,” I mumble as his lips come down on mine and all the fight leaves me, but then I remember he didn’t answer me. I break away. “How many women, Isaac?”

“Love my name on those lips, sassy pants. You really want to know the answer to that?” The sincerity in his eyes has me shaking my head. I don’t need to know.

What matters is that he’s with me now. Covering my body with his, my man gives it to me sweet and gentle. Hitching my knee on his hip, Isaac takes his time kissing me soft and slow. The way the first time for every woman should be. Moving his hand between us, he cups my sex. “Fuckin’ soaked for your man,” he growls. “You’re mine, Gianna. No turning back. No escaping it.”

His hand disappears and the head of his cock prods against the crotch of my wet panties. I flex my hips seeking more friction, needing him inside me.

“Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” I whisper against his lips.

“Right answer.” His thumbs slip under the waistline of my black cotton bottoms and tug. I lift my hips and Stud tugs them off and comes back at me there with his mouth.

“Oh yes, Stud,” I pant, grabbing hold of his hair and giving him a yank as he tongues my pussy.

He stops and gazes up at me through hooded eyes. “You wanted my name, and I gave it to you. When you’re in our bed you call me by my name.”

“Noted.”

“Good.” He grins lazily and continues to stare.

I cup his chin. “Now that you got that out of the way can we um get back to…”

“Right. Except I’ve changed my mind. Want you sitting on my face.” My man moves to hisback and pulls me toward him. “You ever done a sixty-nine, babe?”

I shake my head.

“Straddle my face and sit facing that way,” Isaac instructs, and I feel stupid but do what he says.

“Like this?” I hover over his face and wordlessly he grips my thighs and buries his tongue inside me coming at me faster with more intensity.

Yeah.

Like.

That.

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