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But what if he likes it? What if this was exactly what he wanted since he first laid eyes on you?
His palm slapped my other cheek just as sharply and I gasped out loud. The sting bit into my flesh, and a delicious spike of pleasure surged through my veins once again.
You like this. You like it a lot.
He started spanking me a bit more quickly, his palm bouncing off my bare cheeks so loudly that I wondered if the customers could hear me getting spanked like a naughty little girl downstairs in the coffee shop. Would they know what was happening?
A quiet cry escaped my lips.
Liam spanked me a bit harder, but the pleasure coursing through my body made the sting less than I expected. If anything, each slap reverberated straight down to my clit, and it slowly dawned on me that I might come if he kept this up.
As if my body wanted to betray me, my hips bucked, and he held me against him that much tighter.
Fuck. I could feel his cock against my hip, and it was massive. The kind of cock that hurt going in with every thrust and the kind of cock that rocked your world all night long until you came so many times that you passed out.
The kind of cock that I hoped would rock mine.
My clit drummed hard as the spanking picked up in pace. It stung, but I couldn’t quell the desire racing through me. With every slap, my pussy clenched, and my clit hummed with need.
“Please,” I begged.
Desire raced through my veins, and I couldn’t make it stop. He spanked all over my ass, from the tops of my cheeks to the lower curve where my bottom met my thighs, and then directly in the center of them over top of my pussy, and then it was too much.
In a rush, my need centered in my core. His hand wrapped around my hips, holding me in place, and I bucked, brushing my clit against the rough fabric of his slacks. Before I realized what was happening, my world was bursting apart in a world of pleasure.
White hot fire burned through my veins, like a veritable tornado of desire pulling me in and throwing me high up into the sky. I cried out, but it sounded more like a strangled moan, and then I was coming harder.
My pussy clenched fiercely as my inner walls fluttered, brutally hot desire holding me prisoner as I broke apart over his lap. My hips rocked back and forth as my back arched. Still safely covered, my nipples pebbled, and I wanted nothing more than to reach up and tweak them with my fingers like I liked to do alone in my own bed late at night.
My pleasure crested and a soft, keening cry escaped me, exposing me for exactly what was happening. I couldn’t hide my orgasm. I couldn’t even try, and that shame made me come hard enough for every muscle in my body to clench tight all at the same time.
Eventually, my passionate desire crested and began to fade, leaving me with nothing more than the knowledge of what I had just done and how it made me feel.
Shame washed over me like a tidal wave. I’d had an orgasm from nothing more than a spanking. I’d climaxed right there over his knee with my jeans and panties pooled around my knees like a naughty girl getting a spanking from her daddy.
I didn’t say a word. I didn’t have to because he spoke first.
“Such a naughty girl. I didn’t give you permission to come for me,” he mused, and my pussy clenched so hard it almost felt like I’d come once again.
“Sir,” I breathed, and he spanked the tops of my thighs hard enough to sting and make me cry out. Without saying a word, he leaned over me and pulled my jeans and panties off my legs, one by one until my lower half was entirely bare. His arm tightened around my waist, and he lifted me up, flipping me over so that I was face up.
Immediately, I covered my face, my shame burning up from my chest. Gently, he reached for my wrists and pulled them away, exposing me entirely, and I wailed.
“Seems this little pussy is even naughtier than I thought. Since I’ve already spanked your bottom bright pink, maybe I should continue between these pretty thighs,” he growled, and a soft moan slipped free from my lips before I could make it stop.
The flat of his hand settled over my wet folds, and I bit my lip before I could make another sound. He slid his fingers up and down, and my eyes nearly rolled back in my head as another wave of pleasure crashed over me.
“Please,” I pleaded. I didn’t really know what I was asking for. Did I want him to spank my pussy? Would it make me come again? Would it hurt? Would I like it? A billion questions swirled through my mind, and I waited as he teasingly rubbed over my clit.
His hand lifted and then slapped down hard enough to sting, but not too much. The bite was sharp at first and I tensed, but then a wave of desire followed, and my pussy throbbed. Another slap fell and I cried out, more from shame than from anything else.
Why was this so hot, too?
Lightly, he spanked my pussy, again and again as pleasure warred inside my body. My core squeezed tight and the longer the spanking went on, the more I realized I was hanging on the edge of another orgasm, holding me captive to my own desire.
I was going to come twice in a row for the first time in my life.
The few men I’d been with before had struggled to make me come, most of them hadn’t been able to at all. I’d usually had to reach down and help, or do it all by myself, and now here I was with a man that had barely even touched me, and I was about to come again.
