Page 44 of The First Deal

“We only have three hours until we need to leave for the opening, if you have to crawl, crawl.”

She spluttered a curse, but hopped down from the island, her legs wobbling from her first explosive release. I straightened up, looked around the pristine kitchen with its white and silver finishes, then stared at the floor with a grin on my face.

We were going to need to find the mop before we went anywhere.

“Hurry up,” Hannah called, even more impatient than I was, and I chuckled under my breath as I went to find her.

This time, she was face down, laying across the coffee table, legs wide, fingers gripping the edge. She glanced at me over her shoulder, then wiggled her ass.

“Fuck, you’re adorable sometimes, you know that?”

She wiggled again, then rested her cheek on the wooden table. I watched her face, how her lips parted, and her jaw widened as I pushed my fingers into her still-soaked cunt. She closed her eyes and sighed loudly as I pulled out. I slowly repeated, in and out, watching her, taking in every gentle moan as I toyed with her.

I waited until her brows began to crease, pulling together, ready to complain, to tell me that she wanted more, but she wouldn’t have to beg.

I curled my fingers, then pulled out, got to my knees, lifted her ass, then reached for a scatter cushion from the sofa. Shoving it under her tummy, I positioned her perfectly, then buried my face in its favourite place.

She was coming again in no time, and I was swallowing her down and praising her as she did.

“Where…where next?” she asked, voice hoarse already.

I checked my watch, then went over my mental list. Kitchen island, coffee table, sofa, dining table, bar, pool table, grand piano, office desk, our bed, three spare beds, balcony, garden table… Oh, and each of the bathrooms, pressed up against the shower walls and in the deep tubs.

She listened intently as I told her where I wanted her, and in which order. By the time we were headed upstairs, she genuinely couldn’t walk. She had tried, and failed, after I had spanked her ass with a pool cue before eating it, giving her sensitive clit a brief break from my tongue, before I devoured her pussy again.

Up in the bedroom, I was finally able to get hard again. My cock sprung to life, swelling for my girl. She noticed straight away, and her face lit up as she laid down on the bed and crooked a finger, beckoning me over.

“Get your fine ass here, Mr Hudson,” she purred.

“Or what?” I shot back, playing with her.

She bit her lip, her mind drifting for a second, then she released it. “I’ll spank you again.”

I had no idea what possessed me to stay where I was, but I did. I leaned against the doorframe, arms folded, cock solid, and stared at her with a single raised brow. “I don’t think you would.”

“Oh, I will, don’t doubt me,” she replied, getting to her knees and crawling across the bed.

When she reached the edge she swung her feet around, then patted her knee. “Come here, Rex.”

“You sound like you’re calling a dog,” I commented, shaking my head.

She laughed. And that was it. It was all I needed. I heard that laugh, and I was putty in her fucking hands. “Come ’ere, boy.”

“Bitch,” I groaned under my breath, but didexactlyas I was told.

She patted her knee again as I towered over her, and I pursed my lips, let out a frustrated sigh, then draped my huge frame over her tiny knees.

She grunted a little at my weight, but she had asked for this, and this time I wasn’t being gentle.

Neither was she.

Her palm collided with my ass with no warning and my cock spasmed. Did I actually like this?

She struck me again, and my balls tightened. Then she was caressing my ass, soothing the stinging flesh, and then…

“Ow!” I yelped as she leaned forward and sank her teeth into my ass cheek.

Hannah laughed, kissing the place she had bitten. “Sorry, Rex. You’re just so fucking delicious.”

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