Page 27 of Hot As Ice

“What the fuck are you wearing?” I demand.

She’s breathing hard, cheeks flushed, eyes flashing. She looks angry and gorgeous as fuck.

“A dress,” she huffs. “What does it look like?”

“You call this thing,” I flick a finger at her low-cut neckline, “a dress?”

She lifts her chin. “Why are you hauling me around like I’m a sack of potatoes? Let me go.” It’s cute how she tries to struggle against me. It’s like fighting off a butterfly.

I tighten my grip on her shoulders and press my chest against hers. “I love it when you get mad, princess.”

“Let me go,” she struggles against my grip, her glorious cleavage rubbing against my pecs. I’m painfully hard and desperate to blow my load into her tight little pussy.

“Shut the fuck up,” I growl, and pull the top part of her dress down. Her tits spring free and my cock gets even harder. “Fuck,” I mutter.

She’s stopped struggling, her mouth open in adorable shock.

I take her perky tits in my hands and rub my thumbs in circles on her hardened nipples. Neither of us says anything. We’re both breathing hard, both staring at my hands on her tits. I feel like the luckiest man alive. “Fuck, baby,” I murmur, lowering my head and sucking a nipple into my mouth. She tastes like fucking honey.

Stevie moans and arches up against me, begging for more. Her hands are in my hair, pressing my head hard against her as I suck and nip and bite her nipple. “Hunter,” she moans, and precum leaks from my cock. I might come in my pants like a fucking schoolboy.

“Yes, princess. Say my name.” I turn my attention to her other nipple, licking and sucking, pulling at the hardened nub with my teeth as her moans get louder and louder.

“My little virgin,” I say, licking the side of her breast. “Has anyone ever sucked on these beautiful tits before?”

“No,” she moans, arching her back and undulating her hips. My cock jerks.

Continuing to suck on her nipple, I lower my hand and touch her inner thigh, slowly gliding up until I reach her panties. She’s soaking wet. Fuck.

It’s taking every ounce of self-control I possess to keep from lifting her skirt and taking her virginity in this fucking bathroom stall. Instead, I move her panties aside and touch her pussy. It’s softer than silk and so fucking wet.

“Damn, princess, you’re dripping wet for me.” I lick the side of her neck as she whimpers. “Stop,” she says in a small voice.

I lift my head to look at her. “Stop? You know that word doesn’t work on me. If you want me to stop, use the safe word. You remember it, right?” She nods. “Then say it,” I dare her.

Her wide, innocent eyes are staring straight into mine. Her lips part.

“Say it, Stevie. Say the safe word.”

She shakes her head, biting down on her lower lip.

“That’s right,” I say, feeling smug as fuck. “’Cause you don’t want me to stop. You want my cock stretching you and hurting you and making you scream, don’t you?” I rub my hard-on against her belly, then take her hand and place it on my cock. “Feel it, baby. Feel how much I want you.”

“You’re so big,” she whimpers, her small hand exploring me tentatively.

“Yeah, and you’re gonna take it like a good girl and you’re not gonna complain, aren’t you?”

She stares at me, breathing hard, her bare tits rising and falling with every breath.

“Say yes,” I prompt, my fingers still slowly and gently rubbing her pussy. I haven’t even touched her clit yet.

“Yes,” she says.

“Good girl,” I say and sink a finger inside her without warning.

She gasps and jerks against me. “Hunter!”

“My payment for flirting with that asshole the other night.”