When I continue to fight to get away, he says hotly, “Keep fighting me, and I’ll spank your pussy.” Shocked, I fall still and stare up at him with wide eyes, my heart hammering. “Good girl,” he murmurs, pleased. He kisses my forehead. Then he groans softly. “God, I can’t fucking wait to do that. I want to spank your pussy until you squirt all over my hand.”
