“I asked you a question,” Jude says. “What do you want?”
“I want you to fuck me.” I’m already breathless, and he hasn’t even done anything.
“I have to spank you before I can fuck you.” Jude slides a hand over my ass, caressing my cheeks.
“Okay. Do it then. Just hurry. I need you inside me.” I sound desperate and pathetic, but I can’t even care. I need Jude in me.
The bed creaks as Jude stands, then he softly orders, “Pull your knees up under you a little. I want your ass in the air.”
I immediately crawl into the position he wants. It’s only been three days since we last fucked, but it might as well have been three months for how hard I am right now.
Jude wastes no time before he starts spanking me. He doesn’t miss the tension in my body, and he reacts incredibly to it. He wails on me in a way he never has before, alternating cheeks to the middle, to the soft bottom part right above my thighs.
“Shit, Jude.” It fuckinghurts.
I start to lie flat again to get away from his hand, and he asks, “Do you want me to sit and haul you over my lap?”
The image sparks heat in my stomach, but I file it for later. As soon as he’s done spanking me, he’ll finally fuck me. And I need that more than anything.
“No,” I mumble. “I’m sorry, Jude. Please. I just need you inside me. You’re killing me.”
He spanks me five more times, each slap stinging more than the last. My face is pressed into my pillow to muffle the noises I’m making as Jude beats my ass. It feels so good and dirty, I almost don’t want him to stop.
But he does suddenly, and I can hear him panting from the exertion. Then he lays a hand on my stinging ass and squeezes just a little.
I hiss and pull away. “Don’t give me any lotion. Just get in me. I took the spanking.”
“Yes, you did.” There’s a smile in Jude’s voice. “You took it so well. You gonna take my dick just as well?”
“Yes, I swear, I will. I swear.” I’m beyond begging. I just need him to pound into me like he promised.
“Okay.” He shushes me as he climbs behind me onto the bed.
I hold my position and listen to him pop the cap off the lube. He slides two fingers into me, and I push back on them instantly. “Jude, I needyouin me.”
He pulls his fingers out, and despite my protest, I want them in me again. I just need to be filled. But I know it won’t be as good unless it’s his dick.
“Sit up and climb on my lap,” Jude orders quietly.
I scramble to obey, straddling him so he’s tilting his head up to look at me. He slides his hands to my ass and squeezes. I hiss at the pain, making him squeeze a little harder.
“Fuck yourself on me,” he commands.
I don’t need to be told twice. I sink down on him, and he sucks in a sharp breath. The feel of him stretching me, claiming me, is so good that I can’t help but let out a moan.
Jude keeps one hand on my ass, and the other he shifts to my hip, helping me keep my balance as I lift off him before slamming back down again. I grip his shoulders for leverage and speed up the pace, bouncing up and down on him so quickly that my heart’s racing.
Jude bites his bottom lip, staring up at me with lust and tenderness mixed in his eyes. “You’re beautiful,” he murmurs.
I want to respond, but all that comes out is a groan. My body’s on fire, and I just need to get it out. I need—
Jude surges up to kiss me, sliding his tongue into my mouth. At the same time, he shifts his hand from my cheek to my crack, teasing my already stretched hole.
I come with a scream that Jude muffles with his own mouth. He stills beneath me, his body going rigid before he spills inside me. I stay on him while he rides out his orgasm, burying my face in his neck. A part of me wishes we could stay like this forever.
But once he’s empty, I ease off him, and Jude moves immediately to grab Kleenexes from the side table. He starts cleaning me first, and I catch his wrist.
“Why don’t you let me do that?” I ask softly.
