“Faster, Connor. Please,” she begged.
He seemed to agree because he increased his pace, sending ripples of pleasure surging from each stroke of his cock. He bit lightly at her neck, the jolt of pain shoving her over the edge. Her sheath pulsed, clutching his cock. Connor groaned, his rapid drives forcing her up the bed. Another raw and guttural shout signaled his climax, and he stilled, his cock pulsing in rhythmic contractions.
Her limbs gave way, and she collapsed onto the bed. Connor curled around her, making her feel loved.
Their lovemaking… Fantastic. Spectacular. Amazing.
The spanking. Wow!
She’d expected pain and hoped it would enhance lovemaking, but hadn’t realized she’d feel so close to Connor, so energized. Despite her extensive reading, the intimacy came as a surprise.
Connor moved a fraction, making her realize they were still joined and the man was interested in another session.
“Again?” she asked.
“I’ve missed you,” he said, his voice gruff.
In answer, she pushed back against him, silently telling him she wanted more.
“I want to watch your face this time.”
Connor pulled out of her and as she flopped over to her back, Maggie mourned the loss of his cock. His smile cured her straight away. Devilish and full of promises, he looked like a bad boy intent on mischief.
There was nothing tentative about his kiss.
He consumed her, taking and demanding her participation. He plundered until she responded and gripped his shoulders like an anchor in the emotional storm. Tongues slid together and his taste exploded through her. Urgency thrummed through her body, each touch from him igniting a reaction in her. Passion. Love.
She wished she could separate the emotions, hurt lay in her future.
Inevitable.
A leggy blonde would enter the picture, displacing her. A blonde like the one she’d seen in the pub. She knew it, and her heart refused to deal with reality. And no way was she going to ask shrewish questions right now and spoil her first spanking.
Enjoy the moment.
Maggie forced her mind from the future to concentrate on the present.A sexy man who wanted to fuck her. Yep, candid language. Blunt truths. No one could ever say her feet didn’t touch the ground.
Connor swept her dark hair off her shoulder and kissed her neck. His heart bucked when he saw the faint bruises he’d made earlier. He couldn’t find the energy for sorry, not when he liked the marks. A badge of ownership.Caveman stuff. He kissed a trail across her collarbone before moving back to her neck and sucking in the same place. He wanted everyone to know what they’d done together.
“Connor,” she whispered, straining and rubbing against his body.
Spanking. Damn, once he’d managed to get past his aversion, Maggie’s response had made him hot. His cock had never grown so hard, his balls throbbed so much for release. Something to think about later.
“Let’s go for traditional this time,” he said, parting her legs with his knee. Her musky scent rose and he smiled, liking the fact he’d made her feel good. Her lips were red and swollen from his kisses, her eyes dark and heavy with passion. She was his carnal fantasies come to life, responsive and submissive in bed, following his orders without hesitation. Yet, she held her own out of bed, doing whatever she believed was right. Brave and courageous. “Watch my eyes the entire time.”
“Okay.” Her husky whisper of obedience sent a jolt to his groin.
Connor moved between her legs and lined up his cock. He slipped inside her, savoring the tight squeeze of her pussy. So damned good. One hand dropped to cup her buttocks and tilt up her hips. He surged forward, pausing when balls deep, without taking his gaze off her.
Her snug channel pulsed around his shaft, her emotions shining in her eyes. She wanted this. Him. It was a heady thought.
The last couple of weeks had worried him, but it seemed they were on the same page now. He cupped a breast and rolled her nipple, withdrew and glided back inside her. He didn’t feel the same urgency this time and kept the pace slow. Enough to keep her on edge. Enough to make him work at keeping his strokes easy without giving into the instincts roaring through him.
A pinch of her nipple made her gasp. He grinned at the narrowing of her eyes. She never looked away, accepting the soothing stroke of his fingers when they followed the pinch. A surge of wetness let him know she was enjoying their loving.
“I like fucking you. I intend to do this to you throughout the night until we’re both tired and sore. Sated.” He pushed deep and scored the tender skin along her throat. “And when we’re done, we’ll shower together, and I will shave your pussy.”
“Why?”
