Bend Over and Spread Your Legs

"You know, wearing leggings around here can get you in trouble." His husky voice rang out over the breakfast counter as my mouth went dry at his statement.


His muscular arms were crossed over his massive chest as he shot me a smirk; a smirk that soaked my panties and made me want to sink down to my knees and worship him. I swallowed thickly as I shot him an annoyed look.


"And saying something like that could get you in trouble with Casey, my sister and your fianceè."


He crossed the room so fast, I didn't have time to prepare myself to be pushed into the counter with a hard bulge pressed against my stomach. He buried his face into my neck, nipping and sucking at the skin. I gasped as he groped at my breast, pinching and squeezing at my sensitive nipple through the tank top.


"I'm not worried about Casey finding out. Do you want to know why, ma fille coquine?" I barely nodded as he continued "Because I'm going to rip those tight little leggings your wearing, bury my face in between your legs and make you scream until your voice is hoarse and you're not going to do anything about it because you're going to enjoy every minute of it."

Notes

I started this story because I want a kinky Jonathan Toews in my life, one who makes promises to make me scream until my voice is hoarse. Oops, if you don't like this kind of stuff please don't bother commenting and telling me, I don't care! But if you are interested, let me know with a comment or a recommendation! I'll probably keep going with this story when I get inspiration because fack, I love me a kinky Jonathan Toews♥

Also, I'm not sure if that french was right but I'm going with it right now. Let me know what you think!

-A