Mia
Ican’t fully comprehend what just happened, but I don’t care. All I know is that when Briggs kisses me, I need more. As amazing as that was, I know there’s more to come, and I want it all with a greed I’ve never felt before.
He shifts me in his lap so I can feel his hard erection pressing into my tender ass cheeks. The memory of the spanking he gave me rushes back as I squirm to get comfortable on my sore bottom in his lap.
With all my attention consumed with the mind-blowing orgasms I’d just experienced, I’d forgotten about the feel of his palm on my ass.
And how much I enjoyed it.
“Are you sore, honey?”
He tilts my head back so I’m looking directly into his mesmerizing eyes. They’re filled with care and concern, so I tell him the truth. “Yes. A little.”
“Good,” he says gently. Beneath me, his cock swells in the confines of his jeans. “Now every time you sit down, maybe you’ll think about your choices.”
Oh, I’ll think about them all right. And how every single one of them led me to this moment. But I don’t have time to say so because he’s kissing me again.
This time, his mouth is demanding of mine with a different kind of need.
“You took your punishment like a good girl,” he murmurs in my ear as he licks and kisses my neck.
I pleased him and that fills me with pride. I had only just met him, but instinctively, I want Briggs to be happy with me. I want to please him in every way.
A shiver races through me at the thought of what’s about to happen next.
He lifts me from his lap so I’m standing on my own.
“I need to see you.”
It’s a command. One I’m eager to follow.
“All of you.”
My top comes off first. I pull it over my head, and my heavy tits fall out with a bounce before I bend and shimmy all the way out of my panties and skirt until I’m standing naked in front of him.
Maybe I should be, but I’m not nervous.
He looks at me with adoration and appreciation in his gaze. “You’re absolutely perfect, Mia.”
“Can I see you?”
I’ve never seen a naked man before. Except for the patients we had to see in nursing school, but they don’t count. Not like this.
Briggs grins and nods before standing. He towers over me, so I step back to get a good look as he tugs his shirt off and over his head. I saw his chest earlier when he was chopping wood,but that wasn’t close up like this. It’s like he’s been carved out of stone. His muscles are chiseled into him like a statue. My mouth waters, and I can’t stop myself from reaching out and touching him.
My fingers trail down every hard ridge of his abs until they get to the sunken V on his hips. I linger over his belt buckle, unsure what to do next.
“I love the way you touch me, Mia.”
He must sense my uncertainty, so Briggs quickly takes the lead. With a quick flick of one hand, he undoes his belt and in the same motion, pulls it from the belt loops of his jeans with a sharp snap of leather that makes me jump back.
But I move forward again, my eyes fixated on the bulge in his pants as he slides the button free, followed by the zipper. As if it has taken on a life of its own, Briggs’s cock springs forward. Again, I take a step back.
He’s huge.
No. He’senormous.
Instinctively, I shake my head. There’s no way. He can’t put that inside me. It won’t fit. He’s too big.
