She wriggles under me, and I slap her butt. She stills, more out of surprise than anything, then turns to stare at me over her shoulder. "How dare you?" she hisses.
I laugh. "Oh, I’m going to do more than that. Each time you disobey me, I’m going to spank your ass."
"You wouldn’t."
I raise an eyebrow. "Try me, Flower."
"I hate that stupid nickname," she spits out.
"Tell me something I don’t know." I yawn.
Color suffuses her cheeks. "Get off of me."
"Make me." I grin at her, and she pins me with a scowl.
"I’m not going to let you fuck me."
"By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be begging me to."
"No way."
"Oh, yes." I grab her ample butt and haul her up so she’s balanced on her knees, ass up in the air, her cheek pushed down into the bed.
"Don’t you dare," she snarls. "Don’t you dare do it."
I grab the waist of her panties and tear them off of her.
She huffs. I bring my palm down on her behind. The crack echoes around the room, and she yells, "What the hell?!" She tries to pull away, but I grab her waist to hold her in place.
I spank her left ass cheek, then the right, then the left again, and the right. I keep alternating the position of the slaps again and again. Each time my palm connects with her backside, her entire body jolts. Each time I feel the silky, smooth skin of her backside, blood thrums in my veins. A pulse flares to life at my temples, at my wrists, even in my fucking balls. My dick begins to leak precum. I bring my palm down to massage the reddened skin of her backside. She groans as I drag my fingers down the valley between her ass cheeks to the flesh between her legs. She jerks, then whines when I draw my fingers down her sodden pussy lips.
"You’re soaked," I growl.
"Not by choice," she tosses over her shoulder. "I’m not responsible for the fact that my body responds to you."
"We’ll see, shall we?" I part her ass cheeks, then lower my mouth to her weeping slit.
9
Aurora
He’s eating me out. Holy shit, he’s eating my pussy like it’s the choicest Christmas cake and he’s starving and hasn’t eaten for the entire year. He sweeps his tongue across my pussy lips and heat sluices through my veins. My belly flip-flops, and my nipples harden until I’m sure they’re going to pierce through the mattress cover.
He thrusts his tongue inside my soaking channel, and goose bumps pop on my skin. My heart begins to race. My toes curl. I dig my fingers into the mattress and hold on as he plunges his tongue in and out of me. He increases the pressure of his grip on my ass cheeks, and pain slices up my sides. That, combined with the wetness of his tongue as he continues to suck on my pussy, as he opens his mouth around my clit and bites down on it, sends me over the edge. The orgasm snaps out from the base of my spine and extends to my extremities. I squeeze my eyes shut, waiting for that intense rush to end. To see this through, to finally snap through the tension which has gripped me, as he pushes my body toward the impending orgasm. I brace myself, and that’s when he releases his hold on my butt and withdraws his tongue from my soaking channel.
The orgasm instantly retreats. I blink as he lands a final smart slap to my behind. Then, he pushes off of the bed and walks toward the doorway. What in the name of theSanta Madonnais he up to?
I watch him reach the door and push it open.
"What the fuck?" I yell as I push myself up to sit on my heels. "Where are you going?"
"Didn’t you tell me you weren’t going to cooperate with me when I fuck you?" He smirks.
"You come back here and finish what you started," I shriek.
He laughs. He steps through the door, then turns to look at me over his shoulder. "Besides, I’m saving myself for marriage."
"No, you’re not," I snarl. "You’ve slept with enough women to … to … warrant Father Christmas keeping a separate book about your misdeeds."