“Yes. Yes. Yes. Viper…” No woman had ever screamed for me before. I was pushed even harder, rocking with her while the headboard slammed against the wall.
We both gasped for air while rocking toward bliss. In the next few seconds, there was no chance of me holding back any longer.
As I filled her with my seed, I could tell she was in a good place by the smile on her face and the way her skin glowed from our round of passion.
When my body stopped convulsing, I slowly lowered my head, waiting until my vision came back into focus.
I let go of her hands, immediately pushing up from the bed. “What am I going to do with you?”
“That’s a good question. What are you going to do with me?”
An instant answer floated into my brain.
A need that most people would consider completely in deference to passion. Yet for me, the act was one of not only domination but of marking a woman as mine.
Even if only for a single night.
So I flipped us both over, surprising the hell out of her as I dragged her with me until I was able to sit on the edge of the bed with my feet firmly planted on the floor. The moment I pulled her over my lap, another sweet gasp formed on her luscious lips.
“What are you doing to me?”
“You’ll see,” I told her and rubbed the flat of my hand down her spine. She was still relaxed, enough so she didn’t seem to anticipate what I had planned.
The first brutal slap of my palm on her buttocks and she yelped, doing everything in her power to look me in the eyes.
“What?”
Laughing, I brought my hand down again, moving to the other side of her rounded buttocks. She definitely had a woman’s shape, a complete hourglass that was perfect in every dimension. Her breasts could fit easily into the palms of my hands, her hips with just enough meat on her bones so I could grasp them while I fucked her.
And I couldn’t help myself, envisioning being able to fuck her from behind. Just like a wild predator would do. Maybe later. For now, having her firmly planted on my lap and taking full control was almost as delightful as fucking her had been.
Almost.
“Whoa. That hurts,” she murmured, yet even though the words slipped from her mouth, she was wiggling in a way suggesting she was just as aroused as before.
So I smacked her bottom four more times, even managing to smile when I did. Rarely did anything as of late make me feel anything at all. But this was enjoyable as hell.
After six more in rapid succession, she was finally realizing spankings were meant to be painful, almost managing to dive off my lap.
“Oh, no, you don’t,” I murmured. “You’re not going anywhere.”
“Why are you doing this?”
“Well, because of your mouth and because I can.” I knew she wouldn’t like the answer. I was right, with her fighting me tooth and nail, squirming to the point I was forced to throw my leg over both of hers. You bet I was having way too much fun.
So much so I should provide a severe talking to, but I couldn’t help myself. From the reddening blush on her skin and the way she tossed her head back and forth, I was hooked on the moment.
And the woman.
She was so wet, so hot that her pussy lips were swollen and glistening, peeking out between her thighs. I thought about fucking her all over again. How could I not? But I continued spanking her instead, developing what I thought was a perfect rhythm.
“Ellie May. Stop him!” Her cry of help was unheeded, both dogs lounging on the floor as they’d been doing all night long.
“They aren’t going to help you.”
“I’ll call the cops.”
“Go ahead. I’ll grab your phone. My guess is they’ll celebrate what I’m doing.”
