She moaned and wiggled as I continued the spanking. Every harsh word out of her mouth added fuel to the fire. The woman was like gasoline, determined to ignite every ember that had been left burning inside of me, driving us both into a cataclysm of desperate need.
“Asshole. Son of a bitch. I’ll get you for this.”
Even the way she issued cuss words was adorable. I couldn’t wait to sink my cock deep inside, showing her just what a real man could do. “I’d like to see you try, sweetheart.”
“I’m nobody’s sweetheart.” She swung one arm behind her, finally managing to slap me in the chest.
“Oh, that’s going to cost you. Ten more.”
“No. No!”
I grinned from ear to ear as I smacked her several times, the sound of my palm slapping her naked bottom the sweetest music I’d heard in a hell of a long time. I almost started whistling from the sheer joy of disciplining her. I made certain the last four strikes were hard, ensuring she would remember the moment.
“I think you’ve had enough.”
“You…”
“Sweetheart, I’ve been called so many names in my life that whatever you say to me isn’t going to hurt my feelings. However, it’s a shame for a pretty little thing like yourself to resort to such bad words. I should wash your mouth out with soap.” Perhaps I’d do that later, but right now, my extreme hunger took precedence. Using my knee, I shoved her legs apart then pressed my hand between them.
Her single moan was laced with raw need, encouraging me to continue. I certainly didn’t want to disappoint her. Chuckling softly, I took my time easing my fingers along her heated mound, delighting in her soft mews and the way she arched her back. Her body was quivering at my touch and when she tippedher head back, the shimmer of lighting surrounding her body created an iridescent glow on her porcelain skin.
“You’re wet,” I muttered, my chest aching as I tried to get enough air in my lungs. I hadn’t been this aroused in years, my balls now tight as drums.
“Mmm-hmm.”
“And hot.” I flicked my finger across her clit, marveling at how sensitive she seemed to be, flinching from the light touch alone. She seemed prepared to acquiesce to my needs, but as she’d done before, this was nothing more than another part of the game she’d been playing. I thought about the voucher stuffed inside my pocket and laughed. If that had been her objective all along, she was going to be sorely disappointed. A man like me took what he wanted. I wasn’t the giving sort.
I fisted her hair at the scalp, yanking back her head in an awkward angle. Then I crushed my mouth over hers once again, parting her lips with the ferocity of a lion. As I thrust my tongue inside, I slipped two fingers between her soaking, swollen folds, moving in and out gently.
She bucked against me, her soft whimpers more like purrs from a small kitten, the sound more alluring than having a woman scream my name.
That would come later when we were in the throes of passion.
As I added a third finger, she bucked against me, half laughing and half moaning her cry of pleasure.
There was nothing better than bringing a woman to a mind-blowing orgasm, which was what I intended to do on this smallbalcony, the slight hint of danger only adding to the delicious moment.
Her breathing became even more rapid, every sound she made adding to the pounding sensations in my chest. I had to taste her, to have her sweet nectar sliding across my tongue. I dropped to my knees, flipping her around to face me. She attempted to break free from my hold, twisting her body as a series of moans escaped her mouth.
“No, you can’t,” she muttered, her body writhing against me.
“I can and I will.” I wrapped one arm around her leg, holding her in place as I rolled my tongue around her clit, savoring her intense scent, the sweet taste that would haunt my desires long after our adventure was concluded.
“It’s too… intimate. Humiliating. Someone will see us.”
“Good for them. There’s nothing better than having an audience.”
She seemed shocked by my blatant words, gasping for air as she struggled to snap her hands around the railing. I wasn’t certain if she was laughing or crying at that point, but I didn’t care. I wanted her sated before begging me for more.
She slapped her hands on my shoulders, digging her manicured nails into my skin, her body continuously swaying.
“Oh, god. Oh… This is…”
I rimmed her sweet opening seconds before plunging my tongue inside, rolling my thumb against her already swollen clit, adding more pressure. The taste of her was even sweeter than I’d imagined, the nectar of the most precious fruit. I couldn’t seem to get enough, driving my tongue in long and hard.
She rocked with me, her long hair dangling across my face as my forceful movements almost caused her to tumble over my shoulder. I tightened my hold on her neck, burying my face into her wetness. Within seconds, I could tell she was close to a climax. My actions became more forceful, my dark cravings almost consuming me. I wanted her to fill my mouth and throat.
When her body began to shake even more violently, I pinched her clit and licked, soaking in her sweet essence.
