Page 26 of Dirty Fantasy

“ ’Cause I want you to say, Yes, sir. Whatever you want, sir. And let me give you the wedding you deserve.”

His finger teased her opening, and she was dying for him to keep going.

“Mick …”

“Yes, sir. Whatever you want, sir,” he repeated.

“Yes. Okay. Whatever you want. Please, Mick.”

He slid one finger a knuckle deep.

“How about that yes, sir, baby girl?”

“Yes, sir! Whatever you want, sir. I’ll say whatever you want. Just don’t torture me.”

“Torture? Oh, honey, I’ve had blue balls for days while you had countless orgasms.”

She supposed he was right. And yet …

“Then why don’t you do something about it, sir?”

“God, you are fucking sexy. Hot, like molten lava. Responsive, like the finest filly. Girl, once I get inside you, I can promise I’m not gonna wanna stop for a long damn time.”

Heat poured through her. “Then what are you waiting for?”

“I got you where I can take my time. So, I’m gonna take my time.”

He shifted, and suddenly, she had a long, hard cock sliding between her legs from behind. He wasn’t trying to slide it inside, but the temptation was torturous. Her hips moved of their own volition, rocking back and forth along it.

“Attagirl.”

She leaned forward in an attempt to nudge it against her opening.

“Not yet.”

He repositioned her and teased her clit until she was panting with need.

“Mick—”

“Baby girl, I said, wait. You’ll get all the cock you need, but just not yet.”

“You’re gonna make me beg, aren’t you?”

“Ya already are, sweetheart.”

Mick was in love with this girl. She had his ring on her finger. And now she was begging for him to sink inside her.

Whatever I did right in another life, thank you, Jesus.

And he meant it.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Whatever came next, this was one of the best days of Mick’s life.

“Mick, please⁠—”

She was soaking wet. Needy. Her perfect pink nipples were as hard as pebbles.