Chapter 9

Danica

He grasped my waist and pressed my butt. He smacked my ass hard. “You’d be yelling whose work it is while I finger-fuck you, cookie.” He snorted. Motherfucker. Was that a way to blatantly tell me I was his sex toy?

“Fuck you.” I grunted with the side of my face pressed against the door.

“I can smell your arousal, princess. Quit acting tough.” His nose smooched my neck, and I could hear his breath through his light moan.

He squeezed my ass with his hand, holding me to the door with the second. He smacked my ass again and pulled up my skirt. He pressed my ass and licked my face. I moaned. I knew that I should be breaking his nose and not moaning like he bewitched me.

He sank low to my butt and licked my bald pussy. His tongue writhed and shoveled inside me. I groaned from the pleasure. He stood and turned me to face him.

“You’re so tasty, princess.”

He held my neck to the door, plunged a finger inside of me, and thrust in shallowly. I moaned like crazy.

“That’s it, cookie. Moan