“Slide your panties down to your knees.”
I’m nervous, but I don’t hesitate. I rise up, lower them, and drop back down over the pillow.
He slaps my ass lightly. My toes curl, and I squirm in frustration.
“That’s nothing. You know I can take more than that,” I say impatiently. “Are you trying to tease me?”
He swats my ass, and I suck in a breath. I reach back to rub the spot that I’m sure must be red.
“Ow,” I say belatedly. “Maybe something in between?”
His left hand takes my wrist and moves my arm to lie across my low back.
“Not so casual,” he says.
I turn my head, studying his handsome face.
“When you talk to me during this, don’t speak so casually,” he adds.
I think I know what he wants, but I’m not sure whether I’ll be able to give him that.
“Eyes on the cushion, little bird.”
A flush heats my cheeks and a part of me wants to rebel, but I don’t. I want to see where this leads, so I obey. I close my eyes and rest my forehead on the cushion. His palm comes down on my bare ass, one, two, a pause, then three, four, and five. My hips twist. Warmth spreads through my body. Six, seven, eight, nine.
Ten through fifteen in a steady rhythm, getting more forceful.
“Good,” he whispers, his long fingers dipping into my liquid heat. He rubs my clit until I mewl like a kitten.
I’m almost unbearably aroused when he returns to spanking me. He’s rougher, but I almost need him to be. The impact sends shockwaves through me. I pant and raise my hips. I’m desperate for friction, for penetration, for his huge cock to stretch my pussy open.
I reach back to find his free hand.
He pauses. “You don’t reach back.”
“I need your free hand... Sir.”
As a reward for calling him Sir, he lets me guide his left hand under my body. I desperately want him to press against my pussy while he spanks my ass. I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, trying to grind against his palm.
He cups my pussy and then brings his palm down again. I moan. Strong fingers curl inside me and then more stern blows cover my vulnerable ass. I pump my hips in small pulses until everything catches fire for me, and I ignite. I pant, my skin tingling. I can’t believe that made me come.
The aftershocks feel so good that I go on grinding. He pulls his arm free and carries me to the bed.
He lays me open and then he moves down between my legs.
His tongue slides into me, and I clutch the sheets, arching my back. The flat of his tongue scrapes over my clit, and I moan.
He licks and tugs with his teeth, driving me wild. Deep in my core, I ache for him.
* * *
Anvil
She drips honey, sweet and smooth. I love fucking her with my tongue, especially when she’s whimpering my name and begging me not to stop. I work her clit for several minutes until she shudders under my mouth.
Her fingers catch my neck and tug. “I want you inside me. Please, Sir?”
My cock is hard enough to hammer nails into steel. I crawl up the bed, taking her breast in my mouth and teasing it with my teeth.
