He turned me slightly, one hand gripping my wrist above my head while the other kept spanking — slow, deliberate, cruelly arousing slaps.
The lace rubbed deliciously between my thighs, my body grinding into the blanket without permission.
“Keegan… please…”
“Please what, baby?” He licked a line from my spine to my shoulder, then bit down hard, sucking. “You want me to stop? Or You want more?”
“More”I nodded.
His hand moved between my thighs, over the lace. He cupped me fully, palm pressing into the soaked fabric, and my hips bucked. But he didn’t slide it aside.
He kept it there, teasing.
“You’re dripping through the lace,” he said, voice hoarse. “f***k, Kat. This thong’s never gonna survive.”
He moved lower, licking along my waistline, then biting my hip. A bruise bloomed there ins
