Page 93 of Pucking Tangled
“Undecided,” she declared.
Mia was realizing he was so much more than meets the eye. The tattoos. His rough exterior. The patience and talent of an artist.
“You’re an enigma. You know that?”
“How so?”
“Because one minute you’re threatening to spank me for wearing shorts that you’ve deemed too short or tormenting me with your crass attitude. The next, you’re taking me on a sweet, innocent date and taking the time to get to know the real me. Then, just when I think I’ve finally got a handle on who you are, you show me your secret art studio and whisper sweet things like how you’ve always seen me.”
“Well, those shortsshouldbe illegal, Mia,” he growled and smacked her ass. “And I bet every single one of the guys would agree.”
“Oh!” she gasped, not expecting the jolt of electricity that shot through her with his playful slap.
Waylon raised a brow. “Hm. You liked that, didn’t you?”
He was deflecting. She knew it and could even respect it. Because she understood that all too well. So she’d let him get away with changing this subject—this time.
She bit her lip and nodded.
“All right, then. On your hands and knees, Mia. Put your pretty ass in the air for me,” he ordered, rolling her over.
She did as he asked.
“Goddamn. You look so perfect like this.” He ran afinger through her slit. “Ass in the air, pussy on full display for me.”
Thwack.His hand came down on her, and she jolted forward, her pussy clenching.
He smacked her again.
“Fuck me,” she hissed under her breath.
“Planned on it,” he growled. “I swear to God, Mia, you’ve been driving me crazy since the first time I met you.”
Without warning, he thrust his cock back into her.
She tried to recall their first meeting, but couldn’t focus on anything with him moving inside her again.
Waylon gathered her hair in his hands and tugged, forcing her to arch her back.
“First it was your smart ass mouth.”
Thwack.
“How you alway pretended like I annoyed you.”
Thwack.
“Youdoannoy me,” she countered breathlessly, not really meaning it but hoping he’d spank her again.
Thwack.
His hand landed on her other ass cheek and she yelped.
“Yesssss!” she panted.
“That’s exactly what I’m talking about. It’s like you want me to punish you.”
“I do.”
