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you to be good tonight.” Another strike. “And you know what bad girls get, don’t you?”
    I’m silent. I think I know the answer he’s looking for, so I give it to him. “Spanked?” I wonder if he likes this kind of stuff.
    â€œThat they do, you bad girl.” He slaps my flesh once more, and I watch from under my arm as he gets down on his knees and runs his tongue up the edge of my thong.
    Starting near my pussy, he follows the material up along the crease of my arse and to the T-junction of fabric at the bottom of my back. He does this several times, and every time he comes back down to start again, my knickers are wetter, my moans hungrier. My clit cries out for attention as it throbs and hardens at his teasing.
    Finally he hears it calling, and with his long tongue, scoops up and hits the spot. I melt as I lower my head and muffle my sounds in the duvet. Hooking my underwear with his finger and pulling them to the side, he gets down to the real business. He flicks back and forth on my clit, breaking the pleasure to slither his way to my pussy where he circles, but doesn’t enter, and then slips back to my clit.
    My muscles tighten and I rock against his large snake-like tongue and concentrate on the feeling as I tilt my hips to encourage my climax. With every movement I build closer and closer, until that yes moment hits my body, and I come. Moaning as he laps at me and tastes my juices, I suddenly become extra sensitive and start to buck at the intense tickling feeling.
    He moves away.
    Turning to sit on the foot of the bed, I watch him unfasten his trousers, only a few feet away from me, and drop them to the floor, along with his boxers. His cock bounces and almost gestures a come hither movement as he unbuttons his shirt and throws it on the floor.
    I answer his gesture and grab his thick muscle at the base, guide him forward, and run my tongue around his head and down his shaft. With his cock now slick from my priming, I open wide, and suck on him slow.
    He groans every time I take him to the back of my throat, and thrusts as I pull away. I quicken my actions as my clit begins aching again.
    Heath’s hands bundle my hair up into a ponytail and tug each time my head moves away from him.
    â€œFuck,” he shouts, pulling away from me.
    Shocked, I stand up from the bed. “What? What’s the matter?”
    Squeezing his cock, he gives me that sexy half-smile. “I was gonna come.”
    Pleased with myself, I park my bum back on the bed, stretch my arms out behind me and smile. “Well, of course you were.”
    He beams and heads for the dresser with his hard on pointing the way, takes out a foil packet, and wraps himself. Then he returns to me, lifting me up the bed, ripping down my thong and laying his weight on me.
    â€œNow then, you bad girl,” he says as he directs himself to my pussy, “let me hear you say my name.” He slides in like he was made to fit, and I giggle before I whisper his name.
    â€œAll of it.” He pants as he pushes into me.
    I say his name in my head over and over as he jerks into me and catches my tender spot inside.
    â€œSay it,” he pressures.
    And I do, I say it, and he breathes heavy against my ear and slows.
    Surely not? He can’t have already.
    He delicately pulls himself out of me and kneels in between my bent legs. I crank my head up and raise my eyebrows at him.
    He smiles. “Don’t give me that look, it’s all your fault. You’re just too sexy.”
    I settle my head back on the pillow and sigh.
    He chucks the used protection in a wastepaper basket by a desk in the corner, lies down beside me, and exhales.
    We lie here for a while, just relaxed and quiet, until my mind starts to kick back into everyday mode. I question myself about staying or leaving. Deciding not to assume, I get up and search for my undies on the floor.
    He rolls onto his side and props his head up with his