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I tipped my chin. “Bad girls get punished.”
It was a loaded statement, especially given to someone who was far from submissive. I’d had women run scared… literally and figuratively, at my aggressive ways. With sex, I liked it rough. Wild. Lately, I’d avoided women because I felt almost… feral with the need to take. To dominate. To fuck hard and long. I didn’t want Natalie to be afraid of me, but I needed to know how far she’d go with me. As my mate, I knew she wouldn’t be all vanilla and missionary. I’d seen the damn dildo. But how far would she go?
“Are you serious?”
If there was a button on Natalie labeledFucking Pissed,I just pushed it. Except her nipples popped through her tank top, telling me how much she loved the idea.
“Did you seriously get on the roof alone?” I countered. “One of the ranch hands does something like this, he’d be shoveling manure for a month. You’ll only get your ass spanked.”
She was still squatting down on the roof, but I couldn’t miss the way she squirmed. “And you think you’re the guy to do it?”
I tilted my head to the side, drinking in the sight of her. Feisty. Aroused. Pretending to be invincible. “Course, it’s not punishment if you like it. We’ll go with Plan B.”
Her lips stretched into a grin. “Catch me if you can,” she taunted and nimbly as could be, lunged for the ladder and swung a leg down onto it.
I cursed, throwing myself onto my belly to catch and hold the ladder for her, but she was already halfway down, grinning up at me with a wicked smile.
I climbed down as she went through the open window, then I picked up the ladder, chucked it off the roof where it landed on the ground with a loud crash.
“Watch out, angel. Your ass is now mine,” I warned, laughter in my voice as I followed her into the house.
I was right. It was her room. Perfect.
So long as she didn’t go for that pistol of hers.
But she didn’t. She made it to the door, but I beat her, reaching past her head to slap my hand on it and slam it closed.
She spun about and was about to say something that would most likely get her in even more trouble, so I shoved her against the door and kissed her. This wasn’t the tame kiss of the night before. No, this had all the pent-up energy since the first time I laid eyes on her right here. In just a towel and a dildo buried deep in her pussy. The next thing buried deep was going to be me.
She was hot and wild in my arms. Aggression, anger, need. Passion. It all came out of her into the kiss. Fuck, yes!
She gave as good as she got. She was a tiger, a wild one and was clearly in need of a good fuck.
I pulled back but held onto her biceps. “If getting your ass spanked gets you hot, then getting your ass fucked is a better punishment for a wild one like you.”
She was aroused, our arguing blatant foreplay. The kiss… a match to the inferno between us. I was pushing it, pushing her. I had to know. For a woman with a passion and needs like hers, under-satisfying her was just as bad as pushing her too hard. I’d give her what she needed, I just had to find out exactly what it was.
An ass fucking? Yeah, that definitely jumped past first-base. But Natalie had been fucking herself with a huge dildo. No tiny vibrator for her. She knew what she wanted and went for it. I let her go and went around her bed to the nightstand. If a woman had a dildo, she’d have other toys, and they all had to be stored somewhere.
Just as I thought, when I opened the drawer, I found a small collection of toys.
“Bring it, cowboy,” she challenged.
I laughed as I glanced from the drawer to her. “Let’s see what you have in here for me to work with.”
She watched me, lids drooping, pupils blown with need. She wasn’t embarrassed, but I doubted anyone else knew the secrets the drawer said about her.
I reached in, pulled out a butt plug that was far from small and beginner in style as well as a small bottle of lube. My dick had never been harder. Pre-cum seeped from the tip and was no doubt marking my jeans.
“Yeah, you’re definitely getting your ass fucked.”
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WILLOW
Oh damn.
Hot, hot damn.
