Calling forth Aunt Trina’s teachings I dived right in. “Defile me, Saint,” I pleaded, sliding my hands up his thighs to cup his balls with one. Slowly, I rolled them in my palm until he groaned. “You can be rough with my throat,” I said, keeping my voice low and husky. “Make me swallow your thick cock. Choke me with your cum. Fuck my mouth until I can’t breathe.”
“I’m going to, baby.” He groaned. “Now, keep your hands at your sides.” I did. “Swallow me down, so you don’t gag.” He slowly eased his wide girth into me, pushing all the way down until I felt him in my throat. “Fuck, Levana. So sexy.” Sliding his palms around my neck, his fingers cupped my nape while his thumbs caressed my throat. A low growl rumbled out his chest. “I wish you could see just how beautiful the head of my cock bulging in your throat looks. So fucking perfect.”
Then he began moving. Slow in and out thrusts at first. When I groaned round his cock, the intensity of his thrusts sped up, his thumbs pressing down on my throat, squeezing as if wanting to feel his length each time he shoved in.
I lifted my hands to grab his thighs, he stopped. “Hands down.”
I kept them in place. Without the grip, my body bounced on the trampoline, causing him to go deeper and he growled his pleasure, “fuck, that’s so good.” Given the position, I couldn’t see his face but I heard the need in his voice. Just as the blood started pounding in my head, he pulled out so I could catch a breath. I expected hard thrusting and I tensed, but he was slow and gentle, pushing to the back of my throat, pulling back and pressing in again a little harder each time. And just when I thought he was going to come, he pulled out. “Turn around,” he said, stepping back. “I want your arse.”
“But—”
“Don’t make me ask twice.”
“Asshole,” I muttered under my breath then bit my tongue, hoping he didn’t hear.
He did. “Now I definitely want your arse and not for fucking. On your knees.” I rolled onto my knees, bouncing around as I did. “Do you remember your safe word, Levana.” Shit. I looked at him over my shoulder and his brow shot up, waiting. I nodded. “Good. Now, use them because it will hurt.” He came up behind me, leaving enough room between us for his hand to swing down.
I gritted my teeth, dropping my head to the thick material. I should’ve taken him seriously. One minute he was massaging my ass cheek and the next, a loud crack hit the air, killing the silence.
“Ouch,” I cried out when that first smack landed, hard enough to make me bounce. I lifted a hand to rub the spot and he stopped me.
“Touch your arse and I’ll add another ten more to the remaining nine.”
“Nine?” I glowered at him, my ass stinging.
“I warned you about calling me an arsehole, baby. And this spanking has been long time coming.” He massaged the spot and a second later another smack landed, harder than the first.
“Shit,” I yelped. “That hurts.”
“Good.”
“As—” I stopped myself in time catching his questioning look over my shoulder.
Another smack and I cried out, wiggling my ass to get away.
“Keep still, Levana,” he grunted. “Or I’ll add another ten.”
Another smack and I whimpered, this time tears welled in my eyes. “Saint,” I pleaded.
“You can take it, baby. Bare down on the ache. Pain is pleasure, remember,” this time his voice soothed while his hand massaged the spot. “Think about how I make you feel, let it flow through you, Levana,” the tenderness in his words a contrast to the next slap. “Breathe.”
I sucked in lungsful of air, letting it flow through my body as he rained hell fire on my ass.
I bounced up and he gripped my waist, keeping me anchored. “Use your words, baby,” I heard the hesitation in his voice as if expecting me to give in. I didn’t. And I didn’t stop the tears either. They ran a silent river down my cheek. My lip painful from the grip of my teeth. Still, I allowed him to degrade me, stupidly enjoying his attention, loving his grunts and groans.
The smacks came hard and fast then, alternating in between soft caressing, never in the same spot. And I cried out, losing count of the number. Saint’s breathing turned harsher, the trampoline rocking us in a rhythm that matched his swinging arm.
Focusing on the pain, I cut off the wails sitting in my throat by biting down on my tongue until the effect morphed. Into something different, unrecognisable—something shamefully wanton, curling its way up my spine, pervading my senses, filling my pores. My cries became little whimpers of need.
The swipe of Saint’s fingers through my soaking slit shocked me and I jumped, causing the trampoline to sway me back into his probing fingers. I hissed air through my teeth.
“Would you look at that. My dirty little girl likes being spanked,” Saint’s husky words blew down my naked body, swirling through my pussy lips. One hand on my hip, the other rolled the head of his cock through my slit. “You’re dripping, baby. All this hot cream just from smacking your arse.”
“Oh, God, Saint. Fuck me please,” I begged, not recognizing my voice.
“Fuck, Levana.” He rolled the head through once more and I looked over my shoulder. The man was breath-taking usually. Now, under the shadow of lust, all hard angles and ripped muscles, he was sin personified. His eyes met mine, the need in there, mirroring mine perfectly. “Please tell me you’re on birth control because I don’t think I can stop to get a condom,” he gritted, inching the head in a little more. I pushed back but his hand on my waist restrained me. “Don’t. Not yet.”
“I am,” I replied hastily, my pussy clenching in anticipation. My overheated skin on fire. The burn on my ass a catalyst to my desire for more of Saint.
