Wicked Surrender (Regency Sinners)(31)
Should she be aroused by those caresses? Her body sensitized to his every touch when he had announced it was his intention to spank her?
Whether she should be or not, she most certainly was. Her breasts ached as she pressed them into the bedcovers, between her thighs feeling hot and swollen. When she drew in a ragged breath, her nostrils were filled with the revealing musk of her own arousal.
Her embarrassment was acute as she knew Dante must also be aware of that heady musk. That he would know— Oh God!
The breath whooshed from her lungs, her back arching as the first smack landed on the left globe of her bottom. She was initially more shocked by the blow than pained, but as the force of the smack radiated out from her bottom, she felt the force of it vibrating through the rest of her body.
Before she even had time to regather her breath or thoughts, another blow landed, this time on the other cheek of her bottom.
After that, she lost count of the amount of smacks her bottom received, always first one cheek, then the other, until finally Dante’s hand landed on the backs of her thighs. Again, first one and then the other.
By which time Bella’s breaths were sobs and her body was raging with conflicting emotions. Pain. Humiliation. But also heat. Arousal. Pleasure as Dante began to alternate those spanks with the warm caress of his hand against the heat of her flesh.
How could she possibly feel pleasure in those caresses, which caused her sensitive flesh to tremble and shake, before the next blow fell?
Bella had no answer to that question, only the knowledge that her engorged nipples now ached to be touched, and between her thighs was now so swollen and wet, she could feel the slickness of her juices sliding down the inside of her legs.
Such a reaction was perverse—perverted—and surely wicked, and yet her response was undeniable. She wanted, needed, her body throbbing and aching for the same release Dante had given her the previous night.
Her breath drew in as a hiss, her back straightening as, instead of another blow landing on her hot and aching body, she instead felt the moist sweep of Dante’s tongue against that abused flesh, and realized he was now kneeling behind her.
“Head down,” Dante instructed gruffly, waiting until Bella had complied before grasping hold of her hips and holding her in place as he continued to lavish the attention of his moist tongue across the red and burning-hot cheeks of her bottom.
Her sobs quickly turned to groans as she pushed back against the explorations of his tongue. Dante made several throaty sounds of his own, of satisfaction and pleasure, after pushing Bella higher onto the bed so that he had access to and could lap up and drink down the juices slicking the swollen entrance to her pussy.
Her legs parted of their own volition, allowing him to plunge the stiffness of his tongue inside her. “More,” she groaned. “Oh please, Dante, more…”
One of his hands released its tight grip on her hip to move between her thighs as Dante sought and began to stroke the swollen nubbin of her clit. He could feel how it throbbed beneath that manipulation and knew Bella was very close to release. “Come for me, Bella,” he encouraged before thrusting his tongue deeper, harder, inside her, finger and thumb now pinching the throb of her clit.
True to her word, Bella had not screamed once as Dante spanked her, but she screamed now in ecstasy as her release claimed her.
Her clit was so swollen and erect, Dante had no problem pinching and pumping it in a similar way to how she had stroked his own cock the night before. The walls of her channel contracted about the thrusting of his tongue as she exploded in a second release. The juices now gushed into his waiting mouth before being swallowed down greedily.
He could wait no longer to claim this woman, his woman, quickly unfastening the folds of his pantaloons and releasing his cock before breaching her entrance and then plunging deeply inside the still-contracting walls of her pussy.
“So fucking tight.” He groaned his satisfaction, his cock feeling as if were locked in the heat of a vise. His hands moved beneath her night rail, forcing Bella to straighten up as he cupped her breasts to pinch and squeeze her nipples, withdrawing and thrusting his cock inside her in the same rhythm. Those thrusts became deeper still as his cockhead hit the opening to her womb, driving Dante with the primal need to fill her with his seed when she came again.
His balls drew up tight beneath his straining cock, warning of his own imminent release, and he lowered his head to bite down on the tender flesh of her shoulder as that release coursed hotly down the length of his cock and exploded inside Bella.
Pulse after pulse of hot, molten cum, until her pussy was so full, it began to drip down her thighs.
“Take it,” Dante bit out fiercely between gritted teeth, too far gone in his own rapture, too lost to his pleasure, to heed the voice that told him he should have withdrawn before ejaculation. “Take it all.” He continued to thrust long after his balls were drained dry as he felt her reach yet another climax.
His own pleasure was still too intense for him to want to stop despite the fact he had nothing left inside him, the lubrication of his own cum continuing to ease the way of his still-hard and demanding cock.
His second climax hit with almost painful intensity, his seed seeming to be drawn up from deep inside him as he continued to pump his cum inside her for several more long seconds.
When he finally came back to awareness of his surroundings, it was to realize he was slumped over Bella’s back. His hands were squeezing her breasts as she sobbed beneath him, and she was continuing to reach climax after climax. Her pussy walls contracted and held fast, refusing to release or allow his cock to deflate from its rock-hard state.