“You!”
“I don’t think so.” I wiggle my fingers up and down her sides again, drawing squeals and peals of giggles out of her. “You’re a little growler who needs a lesson in when not to growl at her Maxie.”
She twists under me to bare her teeth in another growl.
I attack her ribs and hips until she’s breathless.
Just as I start to maneuver her into position on the nest of pillows and blankets, she twists, gives me a playful knee in the chest, and squirms away.
“Where’s my growler going?”
“Can’t catch me!” she squeals and wriggles to the edge of the nest.
I grab her ankle and drag her back, nipping and sucking at any skin I can reach, her calf, her thigh. She bats at me and I slap her round little ass.
“You the growler!”
She fights free again. I snag her by the hips this time and drag her back into position under me. I keep my arm snugged around her waist as I slide two fingers into her. She squees and wriggles as I pump my fingertips over her g-spot.
“No-no-no!” She thrashes, side to side, completely ineffective for getting away from me. Very effective for working my hand inside her hot passage. She pants and squeals over the wet noises of my fingers working in her.
I use my hold on her trim waist to haul her ass up into the air. Since both hands are occupied, I apply my teeth. Nipping all over each sweet curve, glorying in the little red marks I leave. She giggles and shrieks at each bite.
I pull her hips higher into the air and line up behind her on my knees. Rubbing my tip up and down her wet crease, I check in with her. “Okay, baby?”
“Okay!” she snarls.
“Good girl.” I reward her with a few more slaps over the constellation of bite marks decorating her bottom before I punch into her.
“Oh!” She jolts as I slide deep, then drops her face into the pillows.
I take her round hips in my hands and pump into her. “Yes, my baby.” I slide my hand up her back, sink my fingers into her hair, and hold her head down while I continue to fuck her. “Who has you?”
“No!” She bucks back into me, driving my cock so deep I feel resistance before I pull back. “You not?—”
I slam back into her and feel her convulse around me. “Oh, I think I do. I have you and you can’t get away.”
She squeals and wriggles, but between my hand in her hair and my cock railing her into our nest, she’s caught fast.
She keeps protesting, panting, even as I feel her body clench tight, the long muscles in her thighs and back going rigid. “No-no-no! No, Maxie, no!”
“Yes, my baby. Yes, I’m fucking you and you can’t get away. You have to take that cock.”
She shrieks as she goes over the edge. “Yes!”
“That’s right.” I stretch over her back, enclosing her in my body, and pound into her, finding the rhythm I need to take me over the edge. She stages a token resistance, struggling floppily, playing with me, heightening my sense of dominance, of mastery, as I glory in the slapping of my flesh against hers, the deep clutch of her body around mine. Bubbles of hot sensation run down my spine, through my balls.
“I’m coming, baby,” I grit.
“No, bad, bad! Let me go!”
I growl, grabbing her, shoving her down under my body, slamming my hips into her soft ass, as I go over the edge and fill her with spurt after spurt of my release.
I collapse to my side so I don’t crush her, wrapping my arm around her hips and keeping them pinioned to mine, as I rub my thumb over the pulsing nub at the apex of her slit.
“Stop!” She growls and bats at me.
I grab her wrists with my free hand and pin them to a pillow. “You don’t tell me when to stop.”
