Chapter 57
Still recovering from an orgasm like no other, my brain nearly short-circuits at the thought of spankings.
“How many?”
“As many as I want.”
Abandoning any sense of control is so hot with G. I’m his, to mold and command.
He squeezes each cheek. “Stand up.” G sits on the couch and moves a pillow by his side. “Lie across me.”
I set my head on the pillow. His fingers trace along the lines of my leather ensemble.
“Five,” he growls. “They are going to get harder each time, and you earned two very severe ones.”
Propping myself on my elbows, I look back, furrowing my brows. “How?”
“You rushed two important moments for us. I could have taken you out to a nice dinner before I had you raw for the first time.” I flash an awkward smile. Then he says, “I didn’t get to ask you to be my girlfriend … Don’t you dare keep rushing moments for us.”
Knowing this will cause another punishment, I taunt, “Like, can I fuck you in the ass?”
“Smart mouth.” He shakes his head and pushes my legs off the couch so I’m on my knees in front of him. G pulls out his hard cock.
“It needs to be punished now … before the spankings,” he grumbles, pulling me by the hair.
I open my mouth, and he forcefully fucks it.
With his fingers tangled in my hair, he controls my head.
“Such a brat,” he growls as I take him deep.
“This fucking mouth,” he pants and my eyes water at the force.
“Why do I love it so much?” I make a noise in response, also loving this too much.
“That’s right, baby. I love this fucking smart mouth.
I love how it takes me. I love what it says to me.
Fuck. I’m going to come. Be a good girl. Take it.”
I swallow his release, looking at him as I do.
“So damn naughty.” He bites his lip, then a phone alarm rings, startling me. “Time for bed.”
“What? It’s so early!”
“Early to bed. Early to rise.”
“Are you serious?”
“Bedtime is on the agenda. Looks like your spankings have to wait.”
“G …”
“You agreed to this hackathon,” he says, guiding me into the bedroom.
He pulls back the covers and pats the side of the bed.
I sit, and he slides what remains of my outfit off.
“Lie back,” he says once I’m fully naked, then kisses down my chest and stomach before pressing a single, teasing kiss on my clit.
A smile spreads over my face as he tucks me in, his gaze playful and filled with promise.
Gideon walks around the bed, his hand grazing my ankle before he slips out of his sweatpants and slides in beside me.
“I’m addicted to you,” he says, pulling me close, his arms sliding between my breasts to hold me tight to his chest. His dick presses against me, and I grind my ass into him, not ready to sleep just yet. I’m addicted to him too. “This is why you can’t sleep here. My hands have to be touching you.”
“Early to bed,” I playfully remind him, as his hand slides down my thigh, lifting it and placing it over his leg.
“How can I not touch you when you’re in my bed.”
“These are your rules,” I remind him.
“You know …” he hesitates, “you’re the first person to be in this bed since my ex.”
“You’ve slept with other people since then.”
“Yes, but not here. Not in this bed.”
“I feel special.”
“You are special,” he breathes the words into my ear. “I want to spoil you.”
“I like to be spoiled,” I whisper.
“I’ve learned. No rushing,” he softly whispers in my ear, then licks around my lobe, causing me to squirm.
G guides his cock into me. I’m never going to get used to how thick he is.
I take a deep breath, relaxing as he slowly thrusts.
Feeling his chest on my back and his strong arms around me …
I love it. His lips stay at my ears. “You’re soaked.
” Digging his fingers into my thigh, he picks up the pace.
“Did you like squirting?” he asks.
“Yes,” I moan.
“Good. I love playing with you, making your body react.”
I love it too.
We lazily, sleepily fuck through the night, drifting in and out of consciousness, our bodies connected. Feeling his steady breath and his warmth surrounding me, I’m entirely at peace. I’m in love with this man.