Breathe Out (Just Breathe, #2)(141)

As I’m leaving Nathan and Denise, I text Joe that I’m on my way back to the hotel.

“Hey, beautiful,” Joe greets when I open the door for him.

“Hey,” I return, happy to see him again. My hand reaches forward and tugs him in by his jacket collar.

I step into him once the door is closed, excited to be with him. As my lips brush his, Joe pulls back, traps my wrists above my head and pins me to the wall. My mouth reaches for his, but he denies me a taste.

“You’re in trouble,” Joe reminds.

“Please,” I whimper, desperate for more of his touch.

“You’ll have to do better than that,” he instructs, taking off his jacket one arm at a time and keeping me restrained.

Suddenly, Joe hoists me over his shoulder and smacks my rear with one great, tantalizing blow. He delivers another one before dropping me to the bed. I scurry to get free so I can touch him, but he’s faster than I anticipate.

“We can do this the easy way,” he says, securing my arms above my head. His mouth takes mine with force as his groin presses into my sex. “Or, we can do this the hard way.” Joe pulls back to watch my response.

“Whichever pleases you,” I pant.

“Do we need condoms?” he checks.

Biting my lip, I shake my head.

Joe shifts, kissing my belly as he unfastens the button on my pants. He yanks each of my boots off followed by my pants. He shrugs out of his shirt before crawling back over my body. As he kisses my mouth and neck, Joe frantically curls my top up and over my head, leaving me wearing nothing but a bra and panties.

He rolls me over onto my belly and directs my hands to reach forward. “Don’t move them,” he instructs, curling my fingers over the edge of the mattress.

“Yes,” I agree. My face buries into the pillow below me, letting out a moan when my left ass cheek stings from his hand.

Joe’s fingers tickle my burning skin just before another blow is administered to my other cheek. “Good girl,” he praises when I remain still.

Joe spanks me several more times, soothing each area with his fingers or lips afterward. Then, he lowers my panties and completely removes them. He spreads my legs wide, trailing several of his fingers along the seam of my lips, spreading the moisture that has been collecting between them. Joe moans satisfaction as I hear him suck his fingers. He lowers his tongue and begins to eat my *.

“Knees up,” he says, directing my legs under my belly to prop my hips up off the bed.

Joe’s tongue swirls over my clitoris, and from the way his mouth surrounds my sex and how his hands rest on my ass, I can tell that he’s laying on his back, making it so I’m quite literally sitting on his face. Each time my hips sway, Joe spanks me and removes his tongue.

“Do you want to cum?” he deviously explores, denying me climax for the second time.

“Yes,” I groan.

“I don’t believe you,” he states, teasing me with his fingers by tracing the rim of my hole.

“Yes,” I pant more loudly. My fingers dig into the mattress.

“You sure?” he asks, pushing several of his fingers into me.

“Y . . . yes,” I whimper as my back arches.

Joe shifts on the bed and I can no longer feel his touch. My head turns to find him, but he commands that I look forward.

“Please,” I beg. “Please.”

“Please what?” he goads.

“Please . . . I want to cum,” I request.

Joe’s fingers drag along my back, starting at my shoulders and ending over the edge of my ass. His touch is suddenly gone as I’m left with the delectable sting of a slap. Joe’s palm strikes several more times before I feel the return of his mouth to my folds. His tongue swirls like a whirlwind over my nub as he wiggles several of his fingers inside my cave.

“You better cum all over my face,” he declares. His mouth returns to my sex.

“Yes,” I pant, feeling it getting closer.

My body shakes as the orgasm explodes inside of me.

Before I’ve finished recovering, Joe flips me over and lowers onto me. His mouth takes mine, sharing the leftovers of his feast. My hands reach up to his neck, but he directs them back down to the bed, locking them above my head.


“Please,” I whine.

Joe ignores me by locking his lips to mine. He steadies his cock at my rim, poking in slightly and then pulls it out several times before thrusting all the way inside. My legs curl up, squeezing my thighs against his waist just below his bottom ribs. Joe’s right hand grabs my ass, spanking it two times as he pumps into me. He continues to keep my arms confined to the bed below me as he repeatedly pulses. His pace quickens when my moaning announces the oncoming of another orgasm.

“Fuuuuuck, Emma,” Joe groans, unable to hold back from his own release. His body shakes until he’s able to catch his breath. “I need a minute,” he shares.

I nod, needing the same.

Joe holds onto me tightly for several minutes. His mouth journeys down my chest and over my stomach and slurps up the mixture between my legs. He gladly shares the remnants with me when he crawls back up. Our desires reignite quickly and Joe slides back inside me. His hips rock at a slower pace, but my body doesn’t mind. Joe conducts his next song, with our bodies as the instruments, leading to the first crescendo rather easily.