His touch is both demanding and tender, and I’m warmed by his restraint. But right now I’m desperate for him to throw all caution to the wind and simply take everything he wants as he takes me.
I dig my fingers into his shoulders, my breaths harsh and rapid. “More. Now. Please.”
He licks his way up the side of my breast, nips at my shoulder, then settles his lips against my ear. “I’m trying to take this slow and gentle, but you sound so pretty begging—”
“I don’t need gentle. I just need you.”
“Be sure, honey. If you say yes, I’ll fuck you ruthlessly and hard. And I won’t stop.”
His words alone make my knees weak. “Hurry!”
He hesitates a split second, then sets me on my feet. Before I know what’s happening, he rips his T-shirt over his head. His tank follows, and I get my first glimpse of his bare torso.
The darkening shadows of dusk outline his thick neck, wide shoulders, and bulging pectorals. Distended veins rise from his beefy arms and big hands. His eight-pack is deeply delineated, emphasizing the notches above his hips protruding over the waistband of his jeans. He drips strength. He oozes vitality.
My eyes bulge. I’m literally speechless. But that’s okay. Why waste time talking?
I lunge at him, wanting my hands and mouth on him.
He grabs my shoulders to stop me. “Stand.”
Now? I’ve never wanted to touch anything or anyone more in my life. “In a minute. Please. Just let me…”
His grip on my shoulders turns firmer. “Later. Right now, you get to make one choice: Do you want me to fuck you or spank you first?”
I search his face. He’s not kidding.
Excitement whirls in my belly. “Um…”
“Can’t decide, can you?” A sly smile curls up his mouth. “I figured you for a dirty girl.”
Then he yanks my tight, stretchy shorts down to my ankles, hauls me face down across his lap, then pins me in place with a huge palm sprawled across my back.
“Rand?”
“Spanking it is. You’ll have to be quiet or the neighbors will hear.”
I struggle to bite my lip and keep my pleading in, but need muddles me too much for silence. Before I know it, his free hand whooshes down with a hard slap on my backside. It hurts like hell, but I swallow my yelp to protect our privacy. The neighbors running to my “rescue” would only end in disaster and scandal.
Then Rand rubs his palm over the flaring heat, pressing it back into my flesh. What felt like pain now feels altogether different. Suddenly, I’m more alive, more aroused—and more wet.
“Oh, my god,” I gasp out.
“Ever been spanked?”
“No.”
Without warning or mercy, he slides his hands between my legs, cupping my pussy in his big palm, rubbing me as if he owns me. “But I can tell you like it.”
I can’t stop myself from grinding against him. “Yes.”
“Good girl.”
The satisfaction in his words seeps into my blood, making my desire burn hotter. He turns up the flames even more by landing a quick succession of alternating blows, two on each cheek.
I’m panting and struggling to process these new sensations when he leans in. “Now you get two more.”
“Why?” Not that I’m upset.
“Well, I could tell you that one swat is for the pleasure you gave yourself earlier today that was mine to give you and the other is because you lied about it.”
“How did you know?”
“Oh, honey, I heard you. Next time your pussy aches, come to me. I’ll take care of it.”
Will there be a next time? If I want him to put out this fire he started, now isn’t the time to ask. “All right.”
“Good. So I’ll be honest and tell you I’m adding two more because your pretty, pert ass has taunted me all afternoon and I can’t wait to spank it more.”
He smacks each cheek once, then seals the heat in with another pressing stroke of his palm, groaning in obvious satisfaction. “Even in this light, you look sweet and rosy.”
Knowing he’s pleased arouses me even more, but I don’t have time to bask in the moment before he rips the spandex shorts from around my ankles and tosses them aside. In one smooth motion, he sets me on my feet again, rips open his fly, and reaches into his pocket. After a quick rip of the square foil between his teeth, he sheathes himself, lifts me up to straddle his lap again, aligning his crest with my burning, clenching opening.
“Look at me.”
I can’t look anywhere else. “Yes.”
“Mine.” He grabs my hips and pulls me down as he surges up, joining us together.
His cock juts deep into my body, and I swear I feel him all the way to my soul. “Yes!”
Rand
The moment I bury myself inside Sophie, liquid pleasure jets down my spine. But she doesn’t just feel good, she feels right. Maybe I’m crazy. Maybe this is just a fling for her. Maybe she’ll walk away from me as soon as she’s safe.