Page 44 of Wicked Design
“Yeah?” He put her beer on the table next to his, hauled her to the sofa, and turned her over his knee. “You think I’m into women’s underwear?”
Loving his macho act, she gripped his hairy calf, eager to play their game. “You just said you were. Frankly, I think you’d look adorable in red.”
“Wrong answer. Bad girl.”
“You have no idea.” She licked her lips. “So what are you waiting—”
He spanked her hard and long, precisely as she liked. Her skin prickled. Surging warmth washed away the discomfort and left pure pleasure. With this kink conquered, they had oodles more to discover.
She dug her fingers into his leg. “Again. Please.”
“Once we eat.” He kissed her paddled cheeks. “Your stomach’s rumbling.”
“That’s my pussy calling for your cock. If you listen hard, you’ll hear it cry out. There it goes again.” She raised her voice to a Betty Boop squeak. “Come in, baby. Come in.”
Laughing, he set her on the middle cushion and returned her beer. “Be right back.”
She grabbed his tank top. “Where’re you going? Why are you still dressed?”
He stripped and pointed behind himself. “I’ll get us plates and napkins.”
“We could eat off each other’s bods then you could lick my mouth clean and I’ll do yours.”
He sank to the sofa. “Okay.”
“Or even better…” She stood and removed her thong.
“Hey. I liked that.”
Clover gave him the lacy silk scrap.
He pressed the crotch to his nose and moaned indecently, inflating her ego 1,000 percent.
“Come on.” She offered her hand.
Van Gogh didn’t take it. “We’re not going outside, are we?”
“Later.”
“Or not. The bedroom?” He glanced at the hall.
“Nope.”
“The bath?”
She pointed down. “Floor.” She ran her toes over the dark-green carpet. “Looks freshly vacuumed.”
“I had my people come in. Tomorrow they’ll do the pool, tennis courts, and stables.”
“I never thought I’d say this when it came to you, but you’re talking too much. Go on. Lie on your back. I swear this won’t hurt.”
“If you put three-alarm salsa on my cock, it will.”
“I promise I won’t.” She gave him the Girl Scout salute.
He sprawled, his head near her feet, his gaze on her pussy. “Wow, this is a nice view.”
“I’ll give you a better one.” Facing his feet, she straddled him and scooted down, her cleft above his face, his family jewels beneath her mouth, his fragrance drawing her close. Nothing could match his heated flesh. Hard yet soft. Powerful but needy. She licked his length.
