“If you don’t, I’m going to spank you until I leave the prettiest shade of red on your skin.”
When she stands, there’s a glint in her blue eyes, the bronze ring around her pupils swallowing almost half her irises. She pulls her top off, revealing her bare breasts, nipples pebbled from excitement. My cock jerks at the sight. I’m so familiar with them I can already feel their weight in my palms without even touching her. Wrapping my hand around my length, I stroke myself, wrist twisting when I reach the crown.
“Keep going, Robyn, or you’re going to earn yourself a smack.”
She smirks but complies, slipping her thumbs into the waistband of her sweats and shimmying them down her shapely legs. I hold my fist around the tip of my cock, tugging and tightening around it, then tip my chin toward the couch.
Before heading over, she slips off her panties and opens her legs, fingers dipping through her folds. They come out glistening, and she rubs slow circles over her clit. Once. Twice. She whimpers, and I let out a moan, then she finally does as she’s told.
She looks over her shoulder when she sinks into the couch on her knees, widening her stance and resting her forearms on the backrest. Arching her spine, she positions herself so her bottom is perky in the air. It ripples deliciously as she shifts again, opening herself even more, and her pussy lips are on display—open and wet with anticipation for me.
I’m right on her heels, and she’s barely settled when I palm her ass.
“You didn’t listen, sweetheart. How many times should I spank you?”
“Three,” she says breathlessly.
I rub my palm over the fleshiest part of her cheek, taking my time, and the skin where her ass meets her thigh prickles.
“And if I’m going too hard, what do you say?”
“Yellow.”
“That’s right, baby.” Bending, I lick her left cheek, starting high on her thigh, following the curve, and ending at her hip. “And if I need to stop?”
“Red.”
“Good girl.”
I land a soft slap on her left cheek and watch until the pink fades. “Except I think you deserve five. That okay with you?”
“So okay, Nate. Please—fuck me already.”
“Tsk, tsk. You’ll get your turn to call the shots. Unless you want a sixth.”
I kneel before her, and my face lines up perfectly with her pussy. She presses her legs against me, holding me in place. She should know there’s no place I’d rather be—she doesn’t need to beg. I kiss her right cheek and stretch them, and more wetness forms between her lips. I breathe on her entrance, between her folds, and over her clit. She shivers and moans.
“Nate—”
“Patience.”
Tracing the outer lips with my tongue, I’m giving her something delicious, yet not what she craves. With her next shaky inhale, I dive into her core, tongue flicking against her clit, and bring my hand down again, but harder this time. Licking and sucking until she’s on the edge, I go to bring her back with another slap, but she comes anyway, and I groan as her climax soaks my face.
Standing, I plunge in just in time for her to clench around me, prolonging her orgasm so her pussy flutters around my dick. With a powerful thrust, I smack her right cheek, the hardest yet, and a deep pink blooms on her skin. It lingers as my fingers dig into her hips. I fuck my girl, dragging my cock out then shoving it back into her wet heat, and the slapping of skin against skin takes over the room. Whimpers and moans follow, but I couldn’t tell you which are hers and which are mine.
“Do you like that?” I ask, already knowing the answer.
Her throaty whine makes my dick throb, tension building fast at the bottom of my spine.
“You gonna come again for me, baby?”
“I can’t,” she breathes, voice muffled against the cushions.
“That’s not okay, Robyn.” I pull out, and she whimpers. My precum and her pleasure stretch between her core and my cock in a long thread that keeps us connected and turns me on even more. “Lay on the couch. Face down.”
She turns her head to the side as she repositions, and I drop to my knees to kiss her, slow and deep. Her tongue meets mine, and she tugs me closer and pinches my left nipple. Her breathing is ragged when I break the kiss.
I lay halfway over her, one leg extended over hers, and the other braced on the floor. She shifts her hips up a bit, seeking the angles we need so our bodies become one with pleasure. Sliding my right hand under her, I circle her clit again, and once she moans, I thrust back into her.
