I slapped him again, not as hard as last time. “I don’t like your sass, Phil. I think you need to try to control yourself. I wanted that cock in me, but now, I have to punish you instead.”
His chest heaving beneath me, his eyes looking into mine with a fierceness I couldn’t comprehend, he replied softly, “Okay.”
I gave him my most wicked smirk and reached between my legs, slipping my fingers into me. Fuck, I really was so wet. Dripping. Pulling them out, I held them up to his lips. He opened his mouth and sucked them in, scraping his tongue to get every drop.
“More. Fuck, you taste so good.”
“No…I can’t have you enjoying this too much. You’re being punished—”
He groaned and shut his eyes.
Flipping around, I straddled his face before I lost my nerve.
“Oh, Baby…” he whisper-groaned. “You remembered.”
“I thought you were the one who forgot,” I confessed.
“Sit back! I can’t—”
“And you won’t,” I stated flatly.
“What? No!”
He pushed himself up halfway, and I let him get close, but the moment I felt his breath caress over my throbbing sensitive flesh, I stretched forward.
“Kenna!” he barked.
“If you can behave yourself and take your punishment, then perhaps I’ll give you a good long taste.”
He flopped back down. “Woman…” he groaned. “You’re diabolical.”
“I love you,” I called sweetly over my shoulder.
“I fuckin’ love you, too.”
Scooting back, I braced myself on my left hand and slipped my right between my thighs. I rubbed at my clit, loving the growl coming from deep in his chest.
“That’s mine,” he snarled.
I was watching his cock swell while I replied, “Mmm…then why do I have to take care of it myself?”
“You fuckin’ witch! Sit on my fuckin’ face!” he snarled.
I slipped two fingers into me. “Oh! I’m so wet and hot, babe. Fuck, I need to feel your cock!”
“Let me taste you again,” he begged, breathless.
Instead, I moved back to my clit. “Ohhh…” I moaned. “Oh, I really wish it could be your tongue. I’m going to have to come all by myself now.”
His cock had once more swollen to epic proportions. Moaning, his hips jerked.
“Kenna, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Please, Baby.” He rained soft kisses on my inner thighs. “Please let me make you come. I have to taste you, please…”
Stretching forward, I licked his juicing tip, tasting the clean salt-water goodness.
“Fuck!” he barked, his hips jerking again.
I took him into my mouth, arching my back to give him an even better view. I was going to come soon, and as I sucked upon him, I moaned. He was panting and moaning, too. Increasing the pace, I rubbed harder, until I cried out around a mouthful of cock.
“Kenna!” he cried. “You fuckin’ bitch! How could you?”
Pulling my mouth off him, I answered, “It was easy, babe. I was pretending it was your tongue. I wish it had been. It would’ve been so much better.”
Scooting forward, I leaned down and sank my teeth into the tender flesh of his inner thigh.
“Fuck!” he roared. “Harder!”
I clamped down, determined to give him my mark. I hoped it would be sore for days.
Motherfucker! Calling me a bitch!
Sucking up the skin a little, I swirled my tongue over it to help soothe the sting. As I sat back, I noticed his cock had swollen even more.
“You’re a freak,” I told him.
“Me?” he bellowed.
“Mmhmm.”
For the next stage, I planned to make him howl like a demented demon. I sat for a few minutes on his chest, letting him get a good look at my ass if he so desired, while I decided on how I could pull that off. Anal lube would be used. It was going to happen, and he would just have to accept that.
Unless he calls Kashmir. I will be so pissed at him if he does!
“Kenna…” he half-whispered, half-groaned. “Baby, please…let me taste you. I’ll be good, I promise.”
“How good?”
“I’ll do whatever you want. No back sass, I swear.”
“I thought you liked back-sassing me.”
“I do. I like it when you put me in my place. I love it.”
I pretended to think about it for a few seconds, but the promise of his tongue and lips on me was too much to pass up. I scooched back until I was perched right above his face, my knees pressed into the tops of his shoulders.
He inhaled deeply through his nose, and on the exhale, he moaned like a man starving.
“Spread your legs. Please. You’re too high.”
When I did as he’d asked, he swept his tongue slowly from clit to