Such a Naughty Girl (Hot Creeps #2)

Chapter Eight

CHAPTER EIGHT

EMMETT

My balls ached.

Spanking Izzy had only left me with a raging hard-on and nothing to do with it.

The urge to pin Izzy down and fill her with my cum wasoverwhelming. To steal her innocence and feel herdescentinto pleasure. I barely knew the girl, but she stirred up all kinds of longing in me. Longing I’d long since switched off.

The cabin was silent except for Chunk’s snores and the low crackle of the log burner.

The cold shower I’d taken had done nothing to douse my heat. I’d relented to letting Izzy have her evening meal demanding nothing from her, a choice I regretted.

The scent of coffee filled the cabin as I pressed the plunger on the French press, watching it slide the grounds to the base of the chamber.

Izzy stared at me, eyes narrowed.

I took one of the two cups laid out on my bedside table and topped it up with the molten black liquid. She bit her lip when I added a slosh of milk, stirring the drink.

I didn’t fill the second cup.

Instead, I picked up a pack of chocolate chip cookies—a treat I rarely bothered with. They weren’t for my benefit. I wanted to taunt Izzy into sucking my dick. Would she swallow down my cum for a chocolate-laced cookie?

Making a show of dunking a cookie into my coffee, I tapped off the excess drips and took a leisurely bite.

‘Mmm,’I moaned, chewing the sweet, melting treat.

Izzy tried to ignore it. Her eyes dodged away from my mouth before coming back. As I took a second bite, her hand moved to rest on her stomach. A third bite finished the cookie, and the packet crumbled as I took another.

‘You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?’Izzy asked.

‘Eating cookies? Well, they aren’t falling into my mouth by accident.’

‘Taunting me with them. Trying to make me beg.’She shifted on the couch, sliding to the edge of the seat.

‘Now what would I want from you, Princess?’

‘If you don’t want anything, let me have a cookie.’She stood and stepped toward me.

‘Maybe give me something pleasing to look at. A cookie for a cookie, so to speak.’The game began, and I wanted to extract what I could before she pushed back.

She hesitated, her footstep faltering.

‘I could take my top off. For a cookie, I guess.’

‘Everythingoff, for a cookie.’

‘Two cookies.’

‘Two cookies, but you stay naked until the morning?—’

Izzy cut me off. ‘It’s too cold.’

‘You stay naked until morning… in my bed.’

‘Where will you sleep?’

Her question brought a chuckle. ‘Pressed up against your filthy ass, most likely.’

‘Gross. How will I know you’re not going to try to… you know… during the night?’Izzy took another step closer, her eyes focusing on the cookie in my hand.

‘Your best bet is to come over here and use that smart mouth of yours for something moreproductive.’

‘You want me to suck you off for a cookie?’Her eyebrows lifted; anincredulousexpressionon her face.

‘I don’t give a shit. Do you want a cookie bad enough to suck an old man’s dick for it?’A dash of pink crossed her lips as she licked them, her tongue darting out. Despite herprotestations, I figured she was only a good girl because of herupbringing. Inside her tight body lay adelightfulslut, just waiting to be broken into.

I waited for her anger. Her denial. Her refusal.

Her fingers grazed along the hem of her hoodie before she peeled it off, dropping it on the floor. Yellow light danced over her skin, itgoose-pimpledas she reached behind her to unhook her black bra.

Lust spiked, leaving me like a horny teen. Damn, I’d seen enough fucking tits in my time to be getting so worked up over so little. Why did I feel like the virgin?

Her gaze dropped to the floor as she slid the bra straps over her arms and let it fall.

Fuck .

The girl had stolen my damned breath.

‘Hell on earth,’I muttered,swallowingas she lowered the jogging pants, stepping out of them and sliding her socks off at the same time.

‘Letching over someone half your age makes you hot, does it? Such a creepy old man.’Her words were a whisper, thick with unwanted desire.

‘You’re the one pimping out your throat for cookies. Hardly the innocent you pretend to be.’My dick thickened in my pants as she stood before me, naked.

‘I was innocent. Until I met you. You corrupted me.’

‘Darlin’, you can only corrupt the willing. And with the way you fucking drip at the slightest touch, you’re not fooling anyone.’ A familiar red flushed into her chest, just visible in the low light. ‘Now come over here and drink Daddy’s milk for a cookie.’

‘Sodisgusting,’she said, rolling her eyes. Still, she came toward me. ‘I want the entire pack. And breakfast in the morning.’

I grinned. I liked her feisty.

‘Swallow like a good girl and I’ll give you food for the rest of your stay. No half measures though, suck like your stomach depends on it. Spill a single drop and the deal’s off.’

‘What, you think it’s hard? If other women can do it, I can do it.’A glint shone in her irises, a flicker of challenge. Oh, she liked to win…. Handyto know.

‘I think you talk a good game.’

She stopped in front of me, and I reached out to caress a finger over her hip. I snatched my hand away when she gave it a sharp slap. ‘Touching me isn’t part of the deal, Emmett. Hands on the bed.’

Sinking to her knees had me letting out a groan. Thosebewitchingeyes looking up at me—perfection.

By the time she reached for my pants, I was a goner. Lost in a haze of lust.

‘Earn your cookies, Princess.’