Mercer
Maisie screamed something inaudible against my palm, thrashing against me. All it did was press those tits against my chest.
I grabbed one of them and squeezed, groaning at the softness.
Maisie's breath stuttered and her teeth sank into my palm.
My balls tightened.
Maisie made me crazy. This shopping date had started out nice. Perfect. And she had to go and ruin it by testing me. I tried to be nice, a gentleman, but she always made me into an animal.
"You are going to be quiet, wildcat," I murmured, rubbing her nipple with my thumb and I watched her pupils dilate and shine. "Or everyone out there is going to find out how needy you get with my fingers fucking you."
Her eyes widened and she began shaking her head in earnest. A silly thing to do, when her spine kept arching to the stroke of my thumb.
I lowered my hand and it met her ass cheek with a smack that echoed like a whip crack. Her body jerked in shock, a gasp bursting free from her throat.
