Page 93 of With Spite

“Everything I eat is guilt-free,” she said as she wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist.

The move had her skirt riding high, exposing her bare ass to my hands.

I hefted her up higher, then walked her to the bed where I laid her on the heated comforter.

“Ohhh,” she breathed. “What’s this?”

“Only the best for my cold girl,” I teased. “Can’t have you freezing on my watch.”

She spread out her arms above her head and did a snow angel on top of the duvet comforter.

I watched her with amusement clearly written on my face.

“So,” she said, still smiling. “Since it’s my birthday, does this mean that I get whatever I want?”

I leaned into the bed, both hands planted on either side of her hips. “Depends.”

“On what?” she asked, sitting up.

Her nipples were hard, and I wanted nothing more than to shed her of every stitch of her clothing so I could see her naked.

“On whether or not that aligns with what I want to do with you,” I said as I tugged off her socks one by one.

“Hmmph.” She harrumphed. “That sounds like I’m not in control.”

My eyes gleamed as I reached for her shirt and yanked it off her body.

When she fell backward, her tits bounced, and I watched until they fell back into place.

“You could always pretend,” I suggested as I went down to my elbows between her spread thighs. “Close your eyes and maybe what you want will come true.”

Her breath hitched. “Are you…”

I spread her pussy lips with my thumbs, exposing her pretty pink clit, and lapped at it with my tongue.

She groaned, her knees closing around my ears, as she pulled me closer to her.

“Maybe this was what I wanted,” she admitted.

I hummed, nibbling on her clit with my lips. “Is that right?”

“That’s right.” She cleared her throat, then pushed her heels into the bed so that she could press against me further. “Oh God.”

Her shaky breath had me grinning against her clit. “Close already?”

She pressed my face further between her thighs and said, “It’s my birthday. I can come fast if I want to.”

“That you can,” I said as I inserted one finger deep into her wet pussy. “That you can.”

She cried out in response, riding my finger while I sucked and licked her clit.

“Hux, please,” she begged.

“Please what?”

“Please,” she repeated.

So coherent thought wasn’t in her repertoire at the moment.