Page 75 of The Potter

“Oh, Peach. I can’t wait to see this ass turn pink.”

Halle lifts her hips, giving me permission and silently agreeing that she’s had this coming. All the push and pull between us is finally getting resolved. She’s made my cock hard so many times by mouthing off, telling me I’m not her boss.

But here, right now, she’ll have no doubt as to who owns her.

“Tell me, Peach. Do you enjoy disobeying me?” I skim her back, dragging my lips across her heated skin until I reach her firm, rounded cheeks.

“Yes,” she whispers, my eyes closing in satisfaction as I place a kiss to her ass.

“Is this what you wanted?” I tease her, settling my palm against her bottom. “To see me come undone?”

Another, “Yes,” is all I need to lift my hand, my palm coming down on her bare cheek. The smacking sound sends a rush of euphoria through me as I raise my hand again and repeat the motion.

Halle’s skin pinkens and goosebumps break out onto her back. “You doing okay, Peach?”

Pain may be connected to pleasure, but I never want to confuse the two. Spanking should be enjoyed by both parties.

Halle turns her face, holding my gaze. “Do it again.”

So, I do, until I turn her bare ass a beautiful shade of pink. By the fourth slap, she’s panting, and I’ve run out of patience. “On your knees.”

I lift Halle’s hips, keeping her knees comfortable on the mattress while getting her ass high in the air. “Don’t move,” I tell her, enjoying the view of my patient, legs spread, her body half-covered to tease me while I lower behind her, my fingers spreading her ass cheeks. “I’m going to kiss you here,” I tell her, slipping my finger between her folds, “And you’re going to respond with only ‘yes, sir.’”

The time for sass is gone.

“Do I make myself clear?”

Halle’s back arches as I drag my finger in and out, spreading her wetness around. “Yes, sir.” She moans between short pants.

“Good girl,” I praise, wasting no more time with instructions, lowering my head and pressing my lips to her warm, soaked flesh.

Both of us moan at the contact as I push my tongue into her center. She bucks at the intrusion, and I pull back. “Didn’t I tell you to stay still?” I scold.

She doesn’t even bother lying. “You’ll have to hold me, the sensation is—“

I need nothing more. My hands go to her hips as I tilt them upward, burying my face in her pussy once more.

“Oh, shit,” Halle moans, tugging at the sheets and urging my tongue deeper, rougher. The taste of her arousal is like top-shelf bourbon—sweet and intoxicating as the tension coils in my core while I fuck her with my tongue.

I’ve wanted to bury myself inside Halle since I stretched her the first time. Her bare pussy, peeking out of my shirt as she moaned, had me fighting for my spot in Heaven.

“Vance,” she cries out, “you have to stop. I’m about to come.”

And she thinks that’s a solid reason for me to remove my tongue from her pussy?

I think not.

Instead of answering her, I place a gentle kiss to her clit and pull away, my face wet with her arousal and turn to lie on my back, lowering her over my face.

“Oh, fuck!”

I nip at her clit for swearing and suck hard, enjoying her returning whimper when I push two fingers inside her, pumping them furiously while my free arm holds her close, forcing her to feel every ounce of me.

Her body begins to tremble. She’s close, and when I add another finger, she explodes around me. “How you doing, Peach?” I ease in and out of her until the tremors subside.

“Pretty freaking amazing, Dr. Potter.” She laughs, and I roll her over onto her side.

“I’m not finished with you yet,” I tell her, standing up.

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