Big Shot(27)
“This one is for giving away several of my poker hands.” Another searing slap landed on her backside, causing her hips to buck against his and his erection to push insistently between her thighs.
The heavy pressure of his cock trying to work its way toward her * made her desperate to spread her legs, to coax his shaft to fill her up where she was starting to ache so badly she was tempted to put her fingers on her clit and ease the building tension all on her own. But there was no way to move her knees apart since he kept them restrained with his own, and she knew that he’d add to the punishment if she defied him by touching herself.
“And let’s not forget the appetizers you deliberately burned and those disgusting pizzas you ordered.” Two blows in quick succession had her gasping from the heat expanding like wildfire across her ass.
She grabbed at the comforter with her hands and whimpered, even as the initial pain ebbed into a tingling sensation that made her sex swell with need and slick moisture coat the insides of her thighs. God, how could she be so turned on by a spanking? Why was something that should have been degrading making her so frantic for yet another release?
“And finally, for spilling the beer in my lap.” A crack of sound rent the air, making Natalie dizzy and breathless, her entire being trembling as her * grew softer, wetter, hotter.
A guttural groan echoed from behind her as Wes gripped her hips in his hands. “Seeing my handprint on your ass is so f*cking hot.”
The possessive tone of his voice did something to Natalie deep inside. Made her feel ridiculously desired and inexplicably vulnerable because of how badly she wanted him. As if feeling him moving inside her was as imperative as her next breath.
“Wes . . . I need . . . ” God, she couldn’t even explain in words what he did to her.
“I know what you need, baby,” he murmured, suddenly sounding just as impatient as she was. Finally.
Still keeping her legs tight together, he guided his erection down the crease of her ass, gradually pressing that thick column of flesh deeper, farther, until the tip of his cock rubbed along the slippery cleft between her legs. He pumped his hips a few times, lubricating the length of his shaft with her arousal, then positioned himself at the opening that led to her core.
She could hear his erratic breathing behind her. So slowly, so excruciatingly slowly, he sank into her, forcing her to feel every single sensation of his erection rubbing against her inner walls, until he was as deep as he could go and she was stretched deliciously full.
It tore a moan of pleasure from her throat that merged with his equally strangled groan. He managed to reach up and grab a pillow and shoved it beneath her stomach, then pressed her hips down toward the mattress while keeping their bodies joined. The firm pillow kept her ass raised at just the right height and angle for Wes as he stretched out over her. He covered her from behind, his hard body surrounding hers, keeping her confined beneath him, to f*ck as he pleased.
He pushed her hair off to one side, and bracing his forearms on either side of her, he nuzzled his face against the side of her neck as he withdrew to the head of his cock and lazily slid right back in again, groaning as her body clasped his dick in the softest, silkiest heat.
“I honestly thought this was going to be a hard, fast f*ck,” he rasped into her ear as he flexed his hips tight against her ass, completely fusing them together. “And maybe we’ll work up to that, but right now, I want to feel everything.”
Oh, Lord, so did she. “Yes . . .”
“This”—he pumped into her again, shuddering as he rolled his pelvis and she swallowed his cock whole—“is goddamn perfection. The way your tight, hot * is gripping me like a closed fist, the soft cushion of your ass buffering my thrusts . . . the way you’re trying to spread your legs so you can take control. Not gonna happen until I let it, baby.”
She whimpered, because everything about what he was doing to her was pure, delightful, sublime agony. He continued to torture her with his explicit words that made her internal muscles constrict around his cock. With the steady downward pressure of his body behind hers and the hand he slid beneath her hips and between her thighs so that the stroke of his fingers could add another level of need.
It was all too much . . . and not nearly enough. She was excruciatingly aroused, and she curled her fingers tighter into the bed covers, an anchor to hold on to and her only way to push back against each leisurely slide of his shaft, to entice him to take her harder, faster.
He chuckled at her efforts, the sound husky and full of sin. “Such a greedy girl. You want to f*ck my cock?”
More than her next breath. “Yes . . . yes, please.”
The weight of his body behind her and on top of her eased up, enabling Natalie to finally rock her hips back against his, slamming his cock so deep inside her that she gasped at the intensity of it. She moved forward as much as Wes would allow, then back again, sliding up and down his shaft in an erratic rhythm while he worked her clit with his fingers.
His mouth touched down between her shoulder blades, trailing up to her neck for a rough love bite that made her buck beneath him. With a soft mewling sound of frustration, she pressed her ass up against his belly even higher, desperate for more friction to get her off.
“Push back against me, baby,” he growled, clearly closing in on his own climax. “Harder. Faster. Grind your ass against my aching dick. Buck against me, take what you want. What you f*cking need.”