I could hear the smile in her voice along with the neediness. “Tyler, you are exactly what I want. Use me. Be rough. Leave marks.” She paused. “Please.”
That was all I needed. I kissed the back of her neck and then straightened so I could smack her a*s again, rubbing the spot right afterwards to soothe away the burn. “Stand up and turn around,” I ordered, and she complied right away. The look on her face as she turned around was enough to make me come on its own—she looked like she would do anything, anything, to be f****d just then, and I had a lot of things in mind for her to do.
But first.
I untied her wrists, kissing the faint indentations left behind by the rope, and then I reached behind her and unzipped her dress. It fell to her feet, leaving her completely n***d with the excepti
