36 - On Your Fours
Mia
I scrambled to my feet, my panties utterly soaked. Before I could strip out of the dress, James cupped my cheek and kissed me. I hummed and pressed closer, wanting to touch him everywhere.
“Keep the dress on,” he whispered, pulling at the thin strap and releasing it as it stung my skin. I nodded shakily, the back of my legs hitting the silk of the bed.
“On your fours.”
I bit my lip and eyed him. He looked deliciously rumpled, with tousled hair, sexy blue eyes, an unbuttoned shirt that showed off his muscles and his throbbing c**k that glistened with pre-c*m at the tip.
“Say please.”
James smirked and prowled towards me, easily flipping me on my stomach and spanking my cheek before covering me with his length. “Brat,” he growled in my ear when I wriggled my
