Page 131 of Falling Offsides

Courtney’s a sight to die for as I tug the poppers on the front of her dress open, leaving her body on display for me. Her white lace and silk bra does nothing to hide her hard nipples.

And as she watches me, her teeth biting down on my fingers, I tongue her slit like she’s my last fucking meal—messy, relentless. On repeat as she bucks up into my face. Desperately searching out her release.

I keep licking and sucking at her pussy, drinking down every drop of her arousal. This might be the best day of my life. And I don’t want it to end.

When she starts to tremble, I pull back. She’s close, and I’m not ready to be done.

“Auguste,” she chokes past her panties when I pull my fingers from her mouth. “Please?—”

“You wanted to tease, didn’t you?” I lick the mess from her inner thigh. “You wanna play like a brat, you take the consequences.”

Courtney growls and claws at my shirt, trying to pull it up.

“Don’t,” I warn, catching her wrists.

“But I want you,” she pants, still grappling at my t-shirt. “All of you, Auguste.”

“I said, don’t.” I clasp Courtney’s wrists above her head and grab the spatula in the bowl beside her, still streaked with meringue.

When I hold it up, her eyes flare.

“You try to undress me again, Princess, and I’ll spank you with it.”

Courtney smirks. A brow cocks and the instant I release her wrists, she reaches.

Smack!

She gasps, body jolting as the flat silicone strikes her thigh.

“Fuck yeah, that’s pretty.”

I drop my face to her thigh and lick the spot clean. Then bite it. Hard and deep, until Court moans and arches into me.

Goddammit, my cock is throbbing so damn hard, I can't see straight when she fists my t-shirt at my shoulders and pulls with intent.

Another smack to her other thigh, harder this time so that she mewls. The sound fizzes to hiss when I bite deeper and suck her supple flesh so deep she cries out.

“You don’t listen for shit, do you?” I rasp with another thwack, higher up.

“Fuck…” Courtney pants, hands gripping the edge of the counter when I spank the other thigh again.

I do it a few more times. Each smack harder than the last until she’s bowing off the counter and choking on her ragged breaths. Then I lick at the reddened, sticky skin, sucking and biting at it until the brine beneath overpowers the sugary taste of the meringue.

I can’t get enough of my marks on her. The way they marl her soft milky skin. And they taste so fucking good, my tongue chases the trail I left behind all the way back to her slit. “Such a needy little brat. All open and wet for me but can’t follow one simple instruction.”

Her head rolls back. “I’m sorry?—”

“Liar.” I spank her again, louder this time.

“Jesus… fuck…fuck!”

“You like that, Princess?” I glance up, across her body to her watery blue stare as she nods. “You love being a little brat, right? For me?”

Courtney nods again and I reward her with a languid stroke of my tongue from her entrance to her clit. I continue licking and sucking to the flat of her hips. Depositing kisses all the way to the curve of her hip before I stake my claim there too.

“God, look at you,” I murmur, voice rough with my need to have all of her. “Dripping down the counter, letting me mark you.”

I pull her back to the edge of the counter, mouth hovering above her pussy, breath hot.