Breathe Out (Just Breathe, #2)(93)

“Fuck, Emma,” Joe huffs. His hands grip firmly into my hair.

My left hand fondles his balls while my right holds his shaft steady as I lick and suck him off until he cums hard in my mouth, causing some of his release to drip past my lips. His cock twitches on my belly as his mouth slurps up any leftovers I’m willing to surrender. I peel myself away from him and squeal when his hand smacks my right butt cheek. My body freezes with delightful arousal.

“Naughty,” Joe whispers in my ear as he wraps his arms around me from behind, pulling me into his body.

“What?” I feign, giggling at this new level of sex talk and play.

Neither of us have said many dirty things to each other.

“You had control last night,” he reminds, nipping my ear and squeezing my left nipple.

“So,” I moan. “I was just giving some gratitude.”

“For what,” he inspects, teasing my body more with his hands.

“For the yummy breakfast in bed,” I reveal.

“Is that so?” he questions, gliding his hand over my sex.

“Yes,” I pant, wiggling my ass over his erection.

Joe pulls away and smacks my ass again. “No, you don’t,” he announces.

My body freezes as tingles scatter through my body. I can smell my own arousal as my sex drools over the stinging he’s offered a second time to my ass. My hands slide down to my nub, circling it a few times as I look over my shoulder to see if he’s watching.

Joe snatches my wrists. “Oh, no you don’t,” he says. His hand strikes firmer on my rear and all I can do is moan and giggle. “You like that?” Joe questions.

I don’t reply.

Do you like it when I spank you?” he inquires with his breath sweeping across my cheek.

“No,” I giggle.

Keeping my hands secure behind my back, Joe’s free hand cups my sex. He grunts when his fingers slip around in the moisture. “Tell me the truth,” he says.

I stay silent.

Joe’s fingers gather up more juice before I hear him lapping it up next to my ear. I turn my head to get a taste, but he denies me access. A groan escapes my throat when Joe smacks my ass again and checks between my legs for the moisture that leaks from it.


“Yes, you do,” he confirms with the hint of shock and excitement in his voice. “Tell me the truth and I’ll give you what you want.”

“Promise?” I whimper.

“Promise,” he agrees.

“Yes,” I pant.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes,” I gulp. “I like it.”

“Like what?”

I groan before answering. “I like it when you spank me.”

“Do you want me to spank you again?” he asks.

I can hear the smile in his tone.

“Yes,” I confess.

The sting of his hand striking my rear sends shivers through my body as my breath catches in my throat.

“Too hard?” he checks.

My head shakes before I’m able to speak. “No.”

Joe’s hand lightly caresses the skin where his hand just smacked and then sends another round.

“Fuck,” I whimper.

“Sorry,” Joe quickly apologizes.

“No,” I reply, shaking my head. “I liked it.”

Joe kneels behind me, keeping my wrists locked as his lips gently soothe my burning skin. “More?” he asks.

“Yes,” I answer.

Joe’s mouth bounces across my right cheek three times before he nips at my left. Two seconds later, my left ass cheek rings from the pleasurable sting. His cooling lips return to my skin as his fingers swirl around the puddle collecting at the ridge of my sex.

“You’re so f*cking wet,” Joe informs.

The next thing I know, the shower is on and Joe has me pinned between him and the glass shower wall with my back to his chest. He presses on my inner thighs for me to spread my legs a little, but I lift my right foot to rest on the small seat in the corner. My hands are free, stabilizing me as my breasts cling to their cage. Joe seeks my mouth and I willingly offer it.

“Fuck me,” I beg.

“Bunny style?”

I giggle at our term before answering. “Yes.” A whimper escapes my mouth when Joe’s hand strikes my left cheek.

“You sure?”

“Yes,” I clarify.

Joe circles the tip of his cock along my rim. “Ready?”

“Yes,” I groan.

“Should I spank you more?”

“Maybe,” I say unable to choose.

Joe laughs in my ear. “Which one, beautiful?”

“I don’t know,” I admit.

“You have to pick,” he insists.

“You choose,” I suggest.

“No, beautiful,” he counters. “You have to tell me what you want.”

“I want you to make me cum,” I huff.

“That doesn’t tell me how you want me to do it,” he deviously replies.

“Spank me,” I blurt. “Then, f*ck me.”

“Gladly,” Joe answers. His hand slaps my ass.

“Yes,” I grunt. My forehead presses into the glass. “Again.”

He strikes me three more times, randomly between my cheeks.