DeliciousMaiden
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"Now don't go turning me into a big dick again.
After all we went through all evening doing what you wanted"
She seemed to consider his words; it was true that he had allowed her to choose what they'd been doing for the evening, but even as she considered being 'reasonable' his hand moved up the inside of her thigh, so teasingly close to her sex that she had to stop herself from inhaling sharply at what could be if only his hand moved that tiny bit higher.
"But if your not the good little girl. Then that means your a bad one.
Don't make me put you over my knee"
She laughed at his empty threat.
"You wouldn't dare ... "
She countered, though her cheeks flushed at the thought.
And then he was standing over her looking down and reminding her that he was more than capable of doing just what he liked to her, whether she objected or not.
Despite herself, she did gasp as his large hand moved to her stomach.
"But than again ... I could always be a dick"
She willed herself not to react as thick finger ran up between her breasts.
He wasn't an artistic type, or an academic or business type like she was used to.
His strength and unpredictability made for a heady combination and Bernie considered for the first time if teasing him like this would all too soon see her out of her depth.
"Is that what you want? a big dick?"
Her wide eyes met his. Was this a reference to his treating her like a brat again, or was it an offer of something altogether more adult.
"Perhaps kik just undress you with my eyes"
She paused considering her answer as she watched his eyes rake over her body.
"We both know you're good at looking ... "
She commented softly.
"And I thought you were a man who made good on your threats ... "
She found herself teasing again as she recalled the way he had thrown her in the pool and how he had entered her bedroom, a breach of privacy her own father hand never dared commit.
"Daddy has no idea what a bad girl I am ... "
She told him her body arching slightly in response to his big hand on her smooth flesh.
" ... but isn't that what you want me to be Lance?"
Something spurred her on to challenge him.
"A naughty girl for your big dick .... ?"
Her eyes dropped deliberately to his crotch.
She was literally asking for trouble, but for a girl who usually ran rings around the guys in her life, the risk of seeing just how far she could push Lance was .... irresistible ...
After all we went through all evening doing what you wanted"
She seemed to consider his words; it was true that he had allowed her to choose what they'd been doing for the evening, but even as she considered being 'reasonable' his hand moved up the inside of her thigh, so teasingly close to her sex that she had to stop herself from inhaling sharply at what could be if only his hand moved that tiny bit higher.
"But if your not the good little girl. Then that means your a bad one.
Don't make me put you over my knee"
She laughed at his empty threat.
"You wouldn't dare ... "
She countered, though her cheeks flushed at the thought.
And then he was standing over her looking down and reminding her that he was more than capable of doing just what he liked to her, whether she objected or not.
Despite herself, she did gasp as his large hand moved to her stomach.
"But than again ... I could always be a dick"
She willed herself not to react as thick finger ran up between her breasts.
He wasn't an artistic type, or an academic or business type like she was used to.
His strength and unpredictability made for a heady combination and Bernie considered for the first time if teasing him like this would all too soon see her out of her depth.
"Is that what you want? a big dick?"
Her wide eyes met his. Was this a reference to his treating her like a brat again, or was it an offer of something altogether more adult.
"Perhaps kik just undress you with my eyes"
She paused considering her answer as she watched his eyes rake over her body.
"We both know you're good at looking ... "
She commented softly.
"And I thought you were a man who made good on your threats ... "
She found herself teasing again as she recalled the way he had thrown her in the pool and how he had entered her bedroom, a breach of privacy her own father hand never dared commit.
"Daddy has no idea what a bad girl I am ... "
She told him her body arching slightly in response to his big hand on her smooth flesh.
" ... but isn't that what you want me to be Lance?"
Something spurred her on to challenge him.
"A naughty girl for your big dick .... ?"
Her eyes dropped deliberately to his crotch.
She was literally asking for trouble, but for a girl who usually ran rings around the guys in her life, the risk of seeing just how far she could push Lance was .... irresistible ...