My eyes shift to the dresser where a drawer is open. Inside, a stack of writing journals rests next to a tower of rolled t-shirts. Most of what’s in the books is fiction. A few things are not.
“You’re in trouble,” I say.
“No, I’m not.” She walks away from me.
“Arya.”
She doesn’t answer or stop walking as she heads away from the bedroom. Which is not going to fly. I stalk out into the makeshift hall and intercept her. She fights being lifted, but I don’t let her efforts dissuade me. Carrying her back to the bedroom, I scowl.
“Stop it!” she snaps when I sit on the trunk and force her face down over my thighs.
When I jerk up the t-shirt, I’m treated to the sight of her luscious, naked ass. And a pair of perfect pussy lips peeping out between her toned legs. My cock is a lead pipe in seconds.
“What the fuck are you doing, Viking?”
Pinning her arms against her lower back to prevent her from escaping causes her to shriek a protest. My palm swats her gorgeous ass several times in rapid succession.
With a gasp, she tries to buck and propel herself off my thighs. That doesn’t work out.
“Erik, come on!”
I ignore her protests and deliver twenty-five cracking spanks to her ass, turning it a ripe crimson. She struggles so much the t-shirt falls off and onto the floor.
Completely naked, she’s a fucking goddess.
When I let her go, she lurches away, wild-eyed and panting as though she’s run a marathon. Her hands rub her ass as she hurls an accusatory look at me.
“You son-of-a-bitch.”
“Careful with your next words,” I advise.
Vibrant energy radiates from her, sending another spike of lust through my balls. She has the best body I’ve ever seen, and right now, it belongs to me. The pierced cocoa-colored nipples are so sexy they make my cock ache. Her tits are high and round with perfect fullness. And of course, those long toned dancer’s legs that I want wrapped around me again.
Turning away, her hands continue to massage her punished ass. More perfection. I’m so hard it hurts.
I stalk over and spin her to face the dresser. “Bend forward and hold on.”
“No way,” she says, trying to escape. Her tone of voice though tells me she’s putting up a token resistance.
As I force her to comply, my teeth bite the spot where her neck meets her shoulder. She shrieks, but her body bows over the chest of drawers.
“Spread your legs,” I order.
Her body shudders, and then she obeys.
I position the head of my cock at the entrance to her silky pussy and drive up until I’m buried inside her.
My fucking mind melts at the feel of her wet heat so snug around my cock. She chokes out a small groan as I start to thrust. My right arm moves in front of her, partly to keep her hips from slamming against the wood and partly so I can press my fingers against her clit.
Arya’s cries turn into tortured moans, and she drops her forehead onto her forearms. Her hips are lower than I want, so I straighten my legs, raising her off the ground while she’s still being skewered by my cock.
Her warm punished ass rubs against me as I bottom out inside her. I’m not balls deep, but the angle is excellent. From the sounds of her whimpers, I’m banging against her g-spot and she must feel me all the way to her belly.
After a while of being fucked hard, she raises her shoulders a few inches. “The bed?” Her voice is hoarse. “Please?”
I pause between ragged breaths and lift her off my cock. When I lower her so her feet are on the floor, she’s shaky. I wait a moment to see what she’ll do.
Gliding to the platform, she drops onto the mattress on her hands and knees. Presented with her perfect peach of an ass, raised for the taking, pre-cum drips from my cock.
