Page 113 of Trick Shot

So I do.

I haul her over my shoulder, fingers gripping her thigh.

“Put me down!” she squeaks.

“Say please.”

She slaps my back, trying to twist away from me. I carry her past the palms, down the slope, and into the shaded rocks beneath the bluff.

She’s still kicking, twisting in my grip like she actually wants to break free.

I flip her around mid-air, spinning her so her back is pressed to my chest. Then I quickly lower her onto the sand.

She yelps, her back arching as I place her exactly how I want her—hands and knees in the sand, ass up, dress flipped halfway around her waist.

Fucking gift-wrapped for me.

She tries to crawl forward.

I yank her back by the hips, dragging her against the hard ridge of my cock through my shorts.

“You’re not going anywhere,” I growl. “You wanted to run?”

She whimpers, pressing her thighs together.

Fuck, she loves this.

Her breath stutters, her spine bows. I drag my fingers up the back of her thigh, slow and teasing. She whimpers again, head falling forward.

“Do you know what happens to you now?” I taunt, palming my hand between her thighs.

She groans, rocking her hips back just a little.

“Now I get this sweet little pussy,” I say, sliding her bikini bottoms to the side. She gasps as the breeze kisses her skin.

I run my finger up, getting it wet, and slide it past her pussy toward her ass until my fingertip rests right on her tight little hole.

“One day I’ll get this too,” I murmur, applying a little bit of pressure.

Her moan borders on a groan as she tries to crawl forward again, still playing the game. I wrap my arm around her waist and yank her back once more.

“Would you like that?” I murmur, dragging my fingers down to her pussy again.

“You’re going to have to catch me first,” she challenges breathlessly.

She tries to twist out of my grip, still fighting with that smart mouth of hers.

But I don’t let her. I keep her on all fours, one hand spread over the small of her back, pressing her down just enough to own the position.

“Run, hide, fight me… doesn’t matter. I’ll always catch you, Bunny,” I promise. “And then I’ll remind you who you belong to until you can’t fucking walk straight.”

“You’re disgusting,” she moans, but grinds her pussy against my fingers.

“Not even close,” I laugh darkly, pulling my cock out with one hand, still rubbing her with the other. “You want disgusting?”

She tries to lift herself, twist to look at me.

I lean in close behind her, the head of my cock dragging up and down her wet lips.