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I’ve never been spanked before. Is it normal to feel as turned on as I am?
His hands gently caress and kneads my ass cheeks, massaging away the sting.
“You’ve made a mess, Angel. Let’s get you all cleaned up.”
I try to hide my crimson face from him, wiping away my fallen tears, but then he tilts me upright, grabs my waist, and throws me onto the bed like a ragdoll. I land with a bounce, my long hair falling haphazardly around my face. Pushing the strands away, I inhale a shaky breath.
“Saint,” I protest, instantly slamming my legs together to cover my exposed pussy. Still, he climbs onto the bed on his knees, his eyes sweeping over my body in a slow perusal before grabbing my legs and spreading them wide open. I try to snap them closed, but his grip is unyielding as he stares down at my bare pussy. My eyes widen at the outline of his erection in his jeans. He’s as turned on as I am.
I’ve only seen a dick once in my life. Said dick being his, the night we were forced to share a bed together. It was dark, though, so I never got a good look at it.
“I’ve starved myself from you for too long, Angel. I want that pretty pink cunt to soak my face with your cum until it’s dripping onto the bed sheets.”
Holy shit!
My gaze sweeps over him, my mouth dropping when his head dips.
“We shouldn’t. I’ve…” The words melt on my tongue, warmth spreading to my fingers and toes when his head dives between my legs, sealing his mouth around my clit. He sucks and nips at the sensitive bundle of nerves until I’m a whimpering needy mess.
I’m so lost in the sensation that it’s only when he bites the inside of my thigh that I hear him speak.
Ouch!! That fucking hurt.
“I said look at me.”
My head inches off the pillow, eyes dropping to look down at Saint’s wet lips hovering between my thighs that are spread wide for him.
Oh my god. I think this is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
“Eyes on me.” His head dips again, his breath a hot whisper on my skin. “Watch me feast, Angel.”
A shameless moan escapes my lips.
“F-fuck,” I whimper, slightly disoriented at the new sensation taking over my body. My reservations are lost, and as if acting on instinct, my hand reaches between my legs, threading my fingers in his hair, needing him to go deeper. Shit. My hips rock back and forth in rhythm to his mouth, chasing the pleasure that only my stepbrother can bring.
My stepbrother. Holy shit, this is really happening.
A string of shaky curse words leaves my throat when his tongue dips into my entrance—pleasure building with every thrust.
FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. I’m going to come on Saints face if he keeps that up!
Saint’s deep voice floats to my ears. “Fucking hell, Angel. You’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted. I’m never going to stop wanting this.”
Good. He could do this all day, and I wouldn’t dare ask him to stop.
Seeking more friction, my hips rock faster against his face, my teeth sinking into my lips when a finger enters me.
“Right there. Yes, right there.”
“I can feel you. You’re close, aren’t you, Angel?”
I can’t stop calling out his name when his fingers and mouth sync. “Saint. Oh my god. Saint. I need to…. ah…I need to come.”
I’m on the cusp of an orgasm when his finger slows, forcing my eyes to snap open.
No, no, no. What’s he doing?
“Tell me how sorry you are, and I might let you come.”
