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Tracy felt the heavy sigh lift his chest before yet another spank landed. Her butt was starting to tingle. “You’re going to cause no end of trouble, aren’t you, little mama? I’ll remember…”
“Sir. I’ll remember, Sir.”
The giggle escaped before she could stop it and he chuckled along with her. “I can tell already you’re going to be in this position a lot, sugar. But don’t worry. I can keep up. After all, if my hand gets tired, I can use all kinds of fun things to turn your ass cherry red.”
And with that, he began.
The first few swats were no harder than the ones he’d already delivered. Love taps, at best. But soon she realized that the effect was cumulative. He didn’t have to put a lot of force behind a swing to make her butt burn.
It was only when he started smacking a little harder that she began to rethink some of her life choices. Like, maybe spankings sounded better in the books than in real life.
“Do you remember why you’re getting this spanking, little mama?” he asked after a swat that spread fire from the tender spot where her butt met her thigh.
“Yes, Sir,” she said, beginning to feel sorry for herself, although the tingle of that last strike had also spread the flame to her pussy. “I asked for it.”
The next crack came down on the same spot, but on the other thigh, and the burn began shifting into something that wasn’t exactly pain anymore.
She squirmed and the next pop landed right at the center of her cheeks, but low enough that the edge of his fingers slapped against the spot where the crease between her cheeks turned into the very bottom of her cunt.
Tracy didn’t know how long he peppered her ass with those blistering smacks, but the heat wasn’t lighting up pain receptors on her bottom anymore. It was setting her sex on fire. She’d started out with her legs together, but at some point, her thighs spread to beg for more contact.
Since she’d never been spanked, she was completely unprepared for the first time he made full contact with the soaking wet lips of her pussy. The fiery burn was inside her now.
The wail she let out had nothing to do with pain and everything to do with the burning hunger that had risen like an inferno.
“Fuck!” she cried out, and immediately, he lifted her up until she straddled his thick thighs, her pussy lips spread wide as she rode the air between them.
“That’s right, sugar. The only time you get to sayfuckis when you’re asking for my cock inside you.”
ChapterFive
God. Damn. It wasn’t eloquent, but… god fucking damn.
Cutter had been hard since Bob’s truck drove off, leaving him alone with Tracy. Spreading her out on the kitchen counter like a king’s feast had fulfilled a fantasy he hadn’t even known he’d dreamed. Every inch of her exposed flesh, every second he’d spent with his hands on her skin, had just build layers of steel in his dick until every heartbeat was exquisite agony.
The smell of her pussy cream made him ravenous and he needed to bury his tongue in her cunt the way a junkie needed a hit. The bed was a step away and he stood up with her clinging to him like he was her shelter in a storm. Fuck, her hold on him felt good. The strength and need in her arms as she wrapped herself around filled another dream, but one he’d been looking to realize for a long time. He wanted to be the man she needed. He wanted to be the one she turned to for comfort and for joy and for loving.
Cutter laid her back on the tidy bedcover, the peach and green floral print exactly the right colors to highlight her pale golden skin. He stripped and kicked his clothes to the side, then paused.
He took in the glory of Tracy Navarro, her long legs splayed wide to give him room, her slender body a banquet he would never get his fill of.
She was a woman with a son on the cusp of manhood, but the years lay softly on her. He could see lean muscles flex in her arms and open thighs, but also the faded streaks that gleamed on her belly, a testament to the child she’d carried. Beautiful battle scars. Below that, a small patch of dark curls perched above the glistening evidence of her desire.
Her body was the most desirable thing he’d ever seen in his life. A treasure that glowed, rich and tempting. But there was more to her than her flesh, as magnificent as it was.
“Been meaning to tell you something, Tracy.” His voice was already gruff with need, but the way his heart suddenly crowded his throat made it even rougher.
Her fiery dark eyes opened and she nodded, even as she writhed delicately to her own needy rhythm.
“I think I’m in love with you.”
She stilled.
He waited.
Tracy lifted her arms to him as her lips curved up with a smile that restarted his heart.
“Took you long enough.”
