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her ear and the strap of her sundress. Nothing but skin and a million eager nerve endings. Another moan soughed from her throat.
"You're so beautiful," he told her. It wasn't an original idea, but Queenie felt like no one had ever said it before, like no one had ever meant it so much as Will did.
She felt the heat of his hands against her back, and then he encouraged her to lie back against the cushy arm of the sofa. His body covered hers and he snaked a hand down her side and up to cup her breast.
"Oh, honey." His mouth drew down her chest and he uncovered her breast for his lips to caress.
She said his name, though it was more of a sigh. Excitement raced over her skin and an urgent pulse beat low in her belly. Will suckled at her breast and she arched her back, encouraging him. His hair was soft in her fingers.
As he teased her nipple, he released the other breast from her dress and kneaded it firmly.
Queenie felt like she couldn't get enough, couldn't be close enough to him, needed to be with him, be a part of him. She needed to feel him inside her.
Wrapping her knees around him, she rubbed her pelvis against his, reveling in the welcome feel of his thick erection against her. She snaked a hand between them and grabbed him, not very gently. He made a deep-throated sound, and nipped at her breast. But it didn't seem like discouragement, exactly the opposite, in fact.
"Squeeze me harder and I'll take you over my knee, Queenie," he whispered in her ear.
A frisson of remembered longing spidered through her body. That first spanking had made her so wet. It exposed her intimately, and her rear had been hot as though he was behind her, mounting her.
She squeezed his dick harder.
He growled and, practically before she realized what was going on, he'd turned her and yanked her pelvis up, putting her effectively on her hands and knees there on the couch. Cool air flowed over her ass as he tossed her skirt up, and there was a popping sound as he ripped the tiny elastic sides from her thong, throwing the scrap on the floor. His hand came down on her rump firmly several times, and the urgency in her loins grew intense.
The leather sofa cushion was cool against her face. She gasped out, "Yes!"
He smacked her again and again, and she felt the wetness between her legs spill over, making a tiny trail down her inner thigh. Will continued to spank her and she moaned into the arm of the sofa. It was as if the surge of pain coincided with the surge of need in her womb. She wanted him deep. She needed him in her, now!
"Will," she cried, and it became a litany of longing.
Hot and provocative, his hand continued coming down on her, and then it stopped. She craned her neck, peeking behind her. He was unfastening his belt, his pants. When his dick sprang free, she licked her lips and pressed her butt back toward him, encouraging him to do it, to join her, to take her.
He parted her lower lips with his fingers, and made a pleased sound as he found her wet and ready for him. She could smell her own excitement and imagined briefly how that would change once they'd orgasmed together. "Do it! Now, now, now!" she urged.
Will smacked her rump with his wet fingers but went back to her pussy, plunging inside with his fingers until she could barely stand it anymore. "Please…oh God…Will!"
Without warning, his dick slammed into her, filling her. She shuddered and pressed back, driving him deeper still.
"Yeah, honey," he moaned. "That's it. Yeah."
She wanted to scream her need, but the tide of pleasure was rising. No coherent words could form and she could do nothing but meet his thrusts as they came faster and faster.
The finish line was before her, and leap by strenuous leap she got closer, until it broke against her, in her. Her cry came from deep within and she wriggled her bottom against his pelvis, demanding one more thrust, one more moment of bliss.
He groaned as he rammed her, holding onto her hips as if she was his life
"You're so beautiful," he told her. It wasn't an original idea, but Queenie felt like no one had ever said it before, like no one had ever meant it so much as Will did.
She felt the heat of his hands against her back, and then he encouraged her to lie back against the cushy arm of the sofa. His body covered hers and he snaked a hand down her side and up to cup her breast.
"Oh, honey." His mouth drew down her chest and he uncovered her breast for his lips to caress.
She said his name, though it was more of a sigh. Excitement raced over her skin and an urgent pulse beat low in her belly. Will suckled at her breast and she arched her back, encouraging him. His hair was soft in her fingers.
As he teased her nipple, he released the other breast from her dress and kneaded it firmly.
Queenie felt like she couldn't get enough, couldn't be close enough to him, needed to be with him, be a part of him. She needed to feel him inside her.
Wrapping her knees around him, she rubbed her pelvis against his, reveling in the welcome feel of his thick erection against her. She snaked a hand between them and grabbed him, not very gently. He made a deep-throated sound, and nipped at her breast. But it didn't seem like discouragement, exactly the opposite, in fact.
"Squeeze me harder and I'll take you over my knee, Queenie," he whispered in her ear.
A frisson of remembered longing spidered through her body. That first spanking had made her so wet. It exposed her intimately, and her rear had been hot as though he was behind her, mounting her.
She squeezed his dick harder.
He growled and, practically before she realized what was going on, he'd turned her and yanked her pelvis up, putting her effectively on her hands and knees there on the couch. Cool air flowed over her ass as he tossed her skirt up, and there was a popping sound as he ripped the tiny elastic sides from her thong, throwing the scrap on the floor. His hand came down on her rump firmly several times, and the urgency in her loins grew intense.
The leather sofa cushion was cool against her face. She gasped out, "Yes!"
He smacked her again and again, and she felt the wetness between her legs spill over, making a tiny trail down her inner thigh. Will continued to spank her and she moaned into the arm of the sofa. It was as if the surge of pain coincided with the surge of need in her womb. She wanted him deep. She needed him in her, now!
"Will," she cried, and it became a litany of longing.
Hot and provocative, his hand continued coming down on her, and then it stopped. She craned her neck, peeking behind her. He was unfastening his belt, his pants. When his dick sprang free, she licked her lips and pressed her butt back toward him, encouraging him to do it, to join her, to take her.
He parted her lower lips with his fingers, and made a pleased sound as he found her wet and ready for him. She could smell her own excitement and imagined briefly how that would change once they'd orgasmed together. "Do it! Now, now, now!" she urged.
Will smacked her rump with his wet fingers but went back to her pussy, plunging inside with his fingers until she could barely stand it anymore. "Please…oh God…Will!"
Without warning, his dick slammed into her, filling her. She shuddered and pressed back, driving him deeper still.
"Yeah, honey," he moaned. "That's it. Yeah."
She wanted to scream her need, but the tide of pleasure was rising. No coherent words could form and she could do nothing but meet his thrusts as they came faster and faster.
The finish line was before her, and leap by strenuous leap she got closer, until it broke against her, in her. Her cry came from deep within and she wriggled her bottom against his pelvis, demanding one more thrust, one more moment of bliss.
He groaned as he rammed her, holding onto her hips as if she was his life
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