Page 106 of Playing With Fire
I want to choke her again. She looked so pretty when we played around with that before, but the first time we tried after she returned to Cedar Creek, she used her safe word. As much as I miss seeing her face all pretty and pink, the panic I saw in her eyes that night haunts me.
I pull my fingers free, brushing them across her cheek and down her neck until I’m not leaving behind a trail of her spit anymore. “Did we lock the door when we came in?” she finally speaks up. Her voice is breathy already, just how I like it.
My eyes flick over to the door. “Nope. Guess that means your pretty tits won’t be getting any attention.”
She whines, but it dissolves into a moan when I push the fingers I’d had in her mouth into her pussy instead. “I’m not risking someone walking in and seeing what’s mine, and your gorgeous tits are hard to hide, baby.”
“My subscribers see what’s yours all of the time,” she reminds me.
I can’t help but grin though. I’m still getting used to her agreeing she’s mine. “That’s different.” I don’t know how or why it is, but it is. Austin’s been trying to talk me into performing with her on the show, but I’m not there yet.
I cut off her retort by crooking my fingers just right, rubbing that spot inside of her that makes her brain short circuit and her breath hitch. “Anything else you want to chat about or can I fuck you now?”
I think one day I might like to make Austin beg for me, butthat would require me to have a lot more control of how badly I want her, and I don’t think that day will ever come.
“I suppose I wouldn’t mind letting you fuck me now, Rancher,” she says, doing her best to keep that sassy little tone in her voice, but the breathiness is still there.
With a huff, I back away from her just enough to undo my jeans completely. She uses the distance I’ve created between us to slip down from the bar.
“I put you exactly where I wanted you, brat.”
She only hums and turns around, pressing her bare ass against my cock as she bends forward over the cooler. I groan at the view, deciding to just lose the jeans entirely. That ass does not deserve half-assed sex.
“I seem to recall you saying something about wanting to watch your fingers indent the skin on my hips and my ass shake as you plowed into me.”
“God, I fucking love you so much.”
“I fucking love you, too. Now get to it, Rancher.”
