plundered her depths as if she were the last sensual feast in which he’d ever partake. It was the sweetest intoxicant a woman could drink, to feel a man such as Alex’s sexual desire as if it were as real as his dense, flexing muscle and the hard flesh that joined their bodies for this brief, carnal union.
He lifted his head and pressed his lips to her neck. His mouth opened as she murmured, as though he wanted to consume the vibrations of his name in her throat. Her head fell back, exposing more of her skin for his ravishment.
He moved as he explored her with his lips, stroking her pussy slowly, carefully building their fire. He nibbled lightly at her earlobe and she shivered.
“Are you sore—from the first time?” he asked quietly as he continued to stroke her, causing a delicious friction to build in her pussy—like a sexual itch that needed to be scratched at all costs.
“No.” She turned her head and brushed her mouth against his, then bit at his lower lip.
“No?” he rasped as he nipped her back. “I rode you hard.”
“I liked it, as I recall.”
He lifted his head and stroked her more deeply while their gazes held. His satisfied grunt pleased her on some primal level.
“You’re very tight, but very wet. I suppose that helps things. You fit me better than I imagined you would. And I imagined plenty.”
She didn’t know how to respond to that. So she stared up at him while his cock massaged her deeply and thoroughly, drowning in sensation. It was intensely intimate to lie there while he fucked her, their previous climaxes keeping the wildfire at bay, but still…
The burn scorched her almost as greatly as Alex’s stare did.
It became too much to bear. He was practically a stranger to her, after all. She turned her head away and closed her eyes. Her hips shifted beneath him, moving in a counter rhythm to his thrusts.
“Look at me, Angeline,” he demanded after a moment, never ceasing his shallow, slow thrusts.
She clutched her eyes shut. It was bad enough she was doing this wild, impulsive thing—fucking her boyfriend’s son in the secret darkness of night. Why did it have to make her feel so unbearably raw, as well, like his gaze could cut down to her very soul?
He pushed into her to the hilt and drew tiny circles with his hips, stimulating her clit. She hissed in pleasure, and then moaned when he stopped.
“I said look at me, Angeline.”
She felt an overpowering urge to follow his command. That realization made her more determined not to do it. She clamped her eyelids and tightened her vaginal muscles, squeezing him…taunting him into riding her hard once again, begging him to steer her over the edge into blissful forgetfulness.
He groaned roughly. Her eyes flew open when he withdrew. He had her flipped over onto her belly before any cohesive thought could enter her brain.
“What the—?”
She stopped mid-sentence when he grabbed her hips, lifting them off the sleeping bag. He placed first one pillow beneath them, and then took hold of the one her head had been resting on previously and shoved that beneath her hips as well. A cry of surprise popped out of her throat when he landed a spank on her right buttock. It didn’t hurt, necessarily, but it stung. She tried to sit up and roll away, but he leaned down and placed his forearm across her lower back, keeping her in place. He smacked her bottom as she squirmed beneath him, surprised and outraged by his treatment.
“Stop it, you jerk!” she squalled when he cracked her ass again—this time on the lower curve of her bottom. Her flesh tingled and burned, and the sensation had somehow transferred to her pussy as well. Everything down there felt hot and prickly with arousal.
She went still when the thought struck her full force. She was getting turned on by being spanked.
“That’s right, best to just take it,” Alex muttered gruffly, mistaking her sudden stillness for acquiescence and not amazement. And maybe it was,
He lifted his head and pressed his lips to her neck. His mouth opened as she murmured, as though he wanted to consume the vibrations of his name in her throat. Her head fell back, exposing more of her skin for his ravishment.
He moved as he explored her with his lips, stroking her pussy slowly, carefully building their fire. He nibbled lightly at her earlobe and she shivered.
“Are you sore—from the first time?” he asked quietly as he continued to stroke her, causing a delicious friction to build in her pussy—like a sexual itch that needed to be scratched at all costs.
“No.” She turned her head and brushed her mouth against his, then bit at his lower lip.
“No?” he rasped as he nipped her back. “I rode you hard.”
“I liked it, as I recall.”
He lifted his head and stroked her more deeply while their gazes held. His satisfied grunt pleased her on some primal level.
“You’re very tight, but very wet. I suppose that helps things. You fit me better than I imagined you would. And I imagined plenty.”
She didn’t know how to respond to that. So she stared up at him while his cock massaged her deeply and thoroughly, drowning in sensation. It was intensely intimate to lie there while he fucked her, their previous climaxes keeping the wildfire at bay, but still…
The burn scorched her almost as greatly as Alex’s stare did.
It became too much to bear. He was practically a stranger to her, after all. She turned her head away and closed her eyes. Her hips shifted beneath him, moving in a counter rhythm to his thrusts.
“Look at me, Angeline,” he demanded after a moment, never ceasing his shallow, slow thrusts.
She clutched her eyes shut. It was bad enough she was doing this wild, impulsive thing—fucking her boyfriend’s son in the secret darkness of night. Why did it have to make her feel so unbearably raw, as well, like his gaze could cut down to her very soul?
He pushed into her to the hilt and drew tiny circles with his hips, stimulating her clit. She hissed in pleasure, and then moaned when he stopped.
“I said look at me, Angeline.”
She felt an overpowering urge to follow his command. That realization made her more determined not to do it. She clamped her eyelids and tightened her vaginal muscles, squeezing him…taunting him into riding her hard once again, begging him to steer her over the edge into blissful forgetfulness.
He groaned roughly. Her eyes flew open when he withdrew. He had her flipped over onto her belly before any cohesive thought could enter her brain.
“What the—?”
She stopped mid-sentence when he grabbed her hips, lifting them off the sleeping bag. He placed first one pillow beneath them, and then took hold of the one her head had been resting on previously and shoved that beneath her hips as well. A cry of surprise popped out of her throat when he landed a spank on her right buttock. It didn’t hurt, necessarily, but it stung. She tried to sit up and roll away, but he leaned down and placed his forearm across her lower back, keeping her in place. He smacked her bottom as she squirmed beneath him, surprised and outraged by his treatment.
“Stop it, you jerk!” she squalled when he cracked her ass again—this time on the lower curve of her bottom. Her flesh tingled and burned, and the sensation had somehow transferred to her pussy as well. Everything down there felt hot and prickly with arousal.
She went still when the thought struck her full force. She was getting turned on by being spanked.
“That’s right, best to just take it,” Alex muttered gruffly, mistaking her sudden stillness for acquiescence and not amazement. And maybe it was,
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