Page 149 of In Death, Love Survives
“Baby, take my boxers off. Your panties too.”
She pulls back and pops off me for a moment to drag her underwear down, and then my boxers.
My cock springs to life, already weeping from her small thrusts.
“Up,” she demands.
I chuckle as I get up.
I drink in her naked body.
“Goddamn. I’ll never get used to seeing you.”
She flips her long blonde hair over her shoulder and then crawls onto the bed seductively until she’s on all fours, then pushes her ass out.
The hundreds crinkle beneath her as she adjusts her body.
“You like being spread out on display for me, baby?”
“Anything for you.”
“I like the sound of that.”
Closing the distance, I press my waist into her ass. She moans from the touch.
“You know, I never did get to punish you for your misbehaving that night with the vibrator.”
My palm gently caresses one of her ass cheeks, followed by the other. She shakes with need, trying to get more.
“What do you have in mind?” she huskily asks.
“How about we count to ten. What do you say?” I grip one of her ass cheeks in my palm tightly.
“Fuck…”
“I think my baby would like it.”
She nods frantically.
“Yes. Please,” she begs.
Nova sticks her ass out more and puts her face down toward the bed of money.
“Count them.”
I slap her ass, and she yelps before it turns into a moan. I gently rub the sting away.
“Don’t forget to count,” I rasp.
“That was one.”
I slap the opposite ass cheek.
“Two,” she says.
I repeat it a few more times, a small slap followed by a gentle caress.
“I bet if I felt your pretty pussy it would be dripping wet.”
