“What was that for?” I whined.
“The only one getting you off today will be me. Now hold still or you’re gonna get spanked again.”
Don’t threaten me with a good time.
It took me only twenty seconds to squeeze my thighs together again, moaning when his hand struck my ass sharply.
“Oh, I see.” Sasha chuckled darkly, soldiering on through the lush greenery. “You want to be a bad girl today? No problem, baby. I’m gonna fuck those little ideas right out of you.”
Sasha must have taken a shortcut because somehow we had ended up back at the villa. He carried me through the house, kicked off his boots, and slid the flip-flops off my feet. They landed on the stone floorwith an echoing slap.
Unperturbed, he carried me to our bedroom and threw me on the bed. I bounced on the soft surface, my hair fanning out around my head, and quickly propped myself up on my elbows.
His imposing figure loomed over me, looking like something straight out of my dreams. The ink covering nearly every inch of his body, the visible veins along his forearms and the way his shoulders tapered down to a V-line basically had me foaming at the mouth.
Throw the mask on top of all that, and it was a wonder I wasn’t actually tearing his clothes off with my bare hands.
“What’s going through your mind?” Sasha bent at the waist, his fist sinking into the mattress as he hovered over me. “What’s putting that look on your face?”
I bit down on the inside of my cheek, a blush creeping up my neck.
“You,” I admitted, averting my gaze.
Sasha tsked. “Eyes on me.”
Stubbornly, I kept my eyes fixed on his chest. He made an amused sound, straightened up and grasped the back of his shirt to tug it over his head. The muscles rippling beneath the fabric made my pussy clench down on nothing but thin air.
I desperately needed him, but he’d have to work for it.
Quick as a flash, he was on me, unbuttoning my shorts and yanking them down my bare legs, his calloused fingers skimming over my skin deliciously.
He got to work on his own pants and jerked his chin my way. “If you care about any of these clothes, I suggest you take them off now.”
As a matter of fact I was quite fond of the top, so I hurriedly tugged it over my head. The panties though … they were one of the few pairs I’d brought with me, and the new ones he’d gotten me were a whole lot nicer.
I could feel a mischievous smile tugging at my lips as I made the deliberate choice to keep them on. Quirking a brow in challenge, I finally lifted my gaze, looking him dead in the eye. Having seen what he was capable ofdoing to my shirt, I was curious to see what he would do to my underwear.
Sasha was naked already, except for his mask, stroking his thick cock while watching me and I was dumbstruck by the image in front of me.
Fuck me.
Literally, please fuck me. Right now.
“That’s how it is, huh?” He shook his head, chuckling. “Okay.”
Before I could formulate a response, he was on me. His tattooed fingers fisted the cotton of my underwear, his muscles straining as he pulled.
I gasped when the cotton bunched up and burrowed between my pussy lips for a moment before it finally surrendered. Sasha tossed the ruined scraps away and hooked his arms under my legs, letting them dangle as he pulled me right to the edge of the mattress.
“What if I liked those?” I quipped breathlessly.
Unhooking one of his arms, he grasped his cock at the base. “Don’t care. You were aware of the consequences.” He dragged his tip through my lips, coating it in my arousal. “And the way you’re dripping for me tells me you didn’t really mind.”
“Asshole!” I hissed just as his swollen tip popped inside me.
“Careful what you wish for,” he warned, pulling out again and lining himself up at my asshole instead.
My eyes went wide. “Sasha!”