“Don’t fucking stop. Don’t you dare fucking… stop. I’m close to… Oh, God.”
My body ached, every muscle tense. I’d never fucked a woman to the point I wasn’t eager to release. This was perfect in a way I hadn’t anticipated.
Far too much so.
I thrust into her again. And again. Within seconds, her body responded and she almost crushed my neck between her arms as a climax tore through her.
My cock was throbbing to the point of anguish, but I wasn’t finished with her yet. As soon as she came down from the rafters, I pushed off the wall, cradling her against me as I headed toward the kitchen table. With her fingers tangled in my hair, her hot breath tickling my skin, all I could do was smile.
We remained locked together, our bodies buzzing with electricity. Sweat dripped from my face, the continued throbbing of my dick inciting even more hunger.
She lifted her head, licking her lips. “What are you doing now?”
“Fucking you in every spot in your kitchen.”
I did so adore her laugh. Just the way she could let go, her eyes lighting up was so damn special. I wanted nothing more than to make her laugh again.
Just so I could hear the lilting sound.
I ripped a chair from under the table, sitting down with an exaggerated thud. She yelped the second I pulled her over my lap, more so when I brought my hand down against her rounded bottom. The sound alone was enough to boost the hunger. How long had it been since I’d spanked a woman?
While this was nothing but another round of foreplay, I could certainly enjoy the act of sin. Just like my name. I laughed inwardly and cracked my palm down several more times, enjoying both the heat building in my fingers and every sound erupting past her lips. She truly was perfect in every way, her hourglass figure keeping my cock hard.
The taste of her pussy lingered in my mouth and the way she was shifting back and forth on my lap built enough friction I knew I’d need to keep this short.
She pushed up from the floor, daring to try to get away from me.
“Oh, no, you don’t. You’re going nowhere.” I wrapped my arm around her legs, dragging her closer. When I brought my hand down several more times, she moaned. This time when she said my name, it wasn’t done out of passion, but the same sarcastic irritation I’d been the recipient of just the day before.
“You’re horrible.”
Four more brutal cracks of my hand and my fingers ached.
“I am.” I shifted from one side to the other, even taking a few seconds to caress her heated skin. There was nothing quite likeseeing the warm blush in splotches on her butt cheeks. Maybe I’d need to even those out. I did, turning her bottom an even shade of red as the wafting scent of her continued longing pushed me into a sweet fog.
Six more smacks against her heated bottom and she couldn’t stop moaning.
I was running out of patience, finally reaching a point where I took several deep breaths. That was all I could take. As I lifted her off my lap, she wrapped her hand around my throat, peering down at me with the scorn of venom in her eyes.
“You’re terrible,” she muttered, even squeezing her long fingers. Wasn’t this an interesting change?
“So you’ve already said.”
Another challenge when she tried to pull away. I snagged her wrist, yanking her backwards and directly into my lap. She was forced to straddle me, her eyes now narrowing with a hint of the venom I’d found so adorable.
“I meant what I said.” Perhaps she was trying to prove she had some level of control over me. Maybe she did since I couldn’t remember the last time I’d let go with a woman. Not to this degree.
She rocked her body against mine, fisting a handful of hair as she did. With her other hand clamping my shoulder, she teased me with her tongue, darting the tip across the seam of my mouth.
I rubbed my hand up and down her back, using my thigh muscles to lift and pump into her. She even tossed her wet hair against my face, her taunting continuing.
When she did it a second time, I wrapped my hand around her long strands, forcing her head down so I could crush my mouth over hers again.
The kiss was even more powerful, her tongue fighting with mine. Just being able to drink in her essence, the lingering scent of her shower gel made me feel more than a little bit drunk.
Imagine what a full day with her would bring.
I broke the kiss, yanking her into a deep arch, allowing me to engulf a nipple. Even her skin tasted sweet. I sucked on her tender nub as she moaned, writhing in my hold. As I rubbed my lips to her other breast, she pushed hard against me.
