and forth, sigh when he gives me yet another spank.
This time, his fingers linger, slide along the crack of my ass and teases my wet hole.
He’s got two hands and uses them, continues to tease me while raining additional blows.
And that’s what does it. Those last two strikes send me over the edge, pussy contracting on air and my voice echoing within the clearing while I come, his name on my lips.
I see fireworks, bright white stars behind my eyelids while the pleasure overtakes my prone form, nerves dancing and singing, rolling in the sweet, sweet pleasure. My body twitches, squirms and tightens involuntarily.
Breathing heavily, the unforgiving rapture fades and tosses me back to earth, my body quivering and helpless and left with an even greater longing. I sob, the pain and pleasure are so exquisite together.
Hearing my whimper, his touch gentles immediately. “Oh, baby. Did I spank you too hard?” Mr. Dominant is gone and is replaced by the sweet Mr. Parker I know. Too bad. I kinda like the wicked, evil side of him.
I close my eyes, twitch beneath his soft touches and I flinch when I feel a tender kiss on my well-punished flesh. It soothes, yet arouses me.
I moan.
He trails more feather-light kisses over my stinging flesh and each time, a jolt of paralyzing pleasure shoots along my spine, my pussy clenches and I cream again.
“Baby, do you realize the position you put me in?” He sounds so tormented and it shocks me. I’ve never heard him sounding so miserable before. “He’s my best friend. Every time I look at him, guilt gnaws at me. When I got shot, he carried me through five miles of desert. He saved my life and this is how I’m repaying him. I skulk behind his back and make love to his daughter. I should just stab him in the heart.”
It takes me a moment to realize he’s talking about my father. Now it is me overtaken by guilt. I’m the one who seduced him, who waited until he was divorced and lured him into my bed.
I had been determined to have him before starting college… but I hadn’t expected it to turn into more. Now that I have him, I don’t want to let him go. I think I’d go crazy without him in my life.
“I love you,” I blurt it without thinking. “Are you leaving me?”
He makes a hoarse, tortured noise in his throat. “Never, baby, never.”
I sniffle. “I’ll graduate in a few years and we can…” I leave the words hanging. They linger between us. What do I want to happen when I graduate? I’m only nineteen. It’s too early to think about marriage, but I know I want to be with him in the long run. Besides, he’s mentioned a quickie wedding in Vegas…
I roll and our gazes meet. He reaches for me, presses a hard kiss to my mouth and I savor it… slowly, hungrily, ravenously.
“Jessica…” he breathes out.
“I’m sorry, Joe. I crashed the weekend because I wanted to spend time with you,” I confess. “I haven’t seen you in two months. You don’t know how hard it is —”
He silences my apology with another starving kiss and I close my eyes. Maybe he doesn’t need to hear it. Maybe he carries the burden harder than I. I don’t feel guilty about sneaking behind my parent’s back, or like I’m betraying my best friend. Whoever I invite to my bed is my own choice. Besides, Mr. Parker is a good man and my parents know him.
“Baby,” he whispers. “Believe me, I know.”
“Joe…” I crane my neck, search for his lips. He gives me what I want, slips his tongue deep into my mouth. He touches and strokes me, kneads the heated skin of my ass. Heat pools in my pussy and I’m feeling ravenous yet again. I need more, need his cock in my cunt. I want him to fuck me and I writhe against him, the ties digging into my skin and chafing the delicate tissues.
Mr. Parker groans in sympathy and the knife flashes in his hand. I’m cut loose, legs and wrists free. I sigh in relief. I shift as if to rise, but Mr. Parker puts a hand on my stomach, pushes me
This time, his fingers linger, slide along the crack of my ass and teases my wet hole.
He’s got two hands and uses them, continues to tease me while raining additional blows.
And that’s what does it. Those last two strikes send me over the edge, pussy contracting on air and my voice echoing within the clearing while I come, his name on my lips.
I see fireworks, bright white stars behind my eyelids while the pleasure overtakes my prone form, nerves dancing and singing, rolling in the sweet, sweet pleasure. My body twitches, squirms and tightens involuntarily.
Breathing heavily, the unforgiving rapture fades and tosses me back to earth, my body quivering and helpless and left with an even greater longing. I sob, the pain and pleasure are so exquisite together.
Hearing my whimper, his touch gentles immediately. “Oh, baby. Did I spank you too hard?” Mr. Dominant is gone and is replaced by the sweet Mr. Parker I know. Too bad. I kinda like the wicked, evil side of him.
I close my eyes, twitch beneath his soft touches and I flinch when I feel a tender kiss on my well-punished flesh. It soothes, yet arouses me.
I moan.
He trails more feather-light kisses over my stinging flesh and each time, a jolt of paralyzing pleasure shoots along my spine, my pussy clenches and I cream again.
“Baby, do you realize the position you put me in?” He sounds so tormented and it shocks me. I’ve never heard him sounding so miserable before. “He’s my best friend. Every time I look at him, guilt gnaws at me. When I got shot, he carried me through five miles of desert. He saved my life and this is how I’m repaying him. I skulk behind his back and make love to his daughter. I should just stab him in the heart.”
It takes me a moment to realize he’s talking about my father. Now it is me overtaken by guilt. I’m the one who seduced him, who waited until he was divorced and lured him into my bed.
I had been determined to have him before starting college… but I hadn’t expected it to turn into more. Now that I have him, I don’t want to let him go. I think I’d go crazy without him in my life.
“I love you,” I blurt it without thinking. “Are you leaving me?”
He makes a hoarse, tortured noise in his throat. “Never, baby, never.”
I sniffle. “I’ll graduate in a few years and we can…” I leave the words hanging. They linger between us. What do I want to happen when I graduate? I’m only nineteen. It’s too early to think about marriage, but I know I want to be with him in the long run. Besides, he’s mentioned a quickie wedding in Vegas…
I roll and our gazes meet. He reaches for me, presses a hard kiss to my mouth and I savor it… slowly, hungrily, ravenously.
“Jessica…” he breathes out.
“I’m sorry, Joe. I crashed the weekend because I wanted to spend time with you,” I confess. “I haven’t seen you in two months. You don’t know how hard it is —”
He silences my apology with another starving kiss and I close my eyes. Maybe he doesn’t need to hear it. Maybe he carries the burden harder than I. I don’t feel guilty about sneaking behind my parent’s back, or like I’m betraying my best friend. Whoever I invite to my bed is my own choice. Besides, Mr. Parker is a good man and my parents know him.
“Baby,” he whispers. “Believe me, I know.”
“Joe…” I crane my neck, search for his lips. He gives me what I want, slips his tongue deep into my mouth. He touches and strokes me, kneads the heated skin of my ass. Heat pools in my pussy and I’m feeling ravenous yet again. I need more, need his cock in my cunt. I want him to fuck me and I writhe against him, the ties digging into my skin and chafing the delicate tissues.
Mr. Parker groans in sympathy and the knife flashes in his hand. I’m cut loose, legs and wrists free. I sigh in relief. I shift as if to rise, but Mr. Parker puts a hand on my stomach, pushes me
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