He rubbed both globes of her ass, squeezing and massaging them until they felt pleasantly warm. His rough hands felt wonderful, and she looked forward to what came next. His open hand landed with a light pop on the fleshy part of her ass cheek. In quick succession, Richard alternated between both cheeks and her upper thighs, careful to never strike her tailbone, hips, or lower back.
A sensual wave of heat spread through her ass and mound as his strikes became firmer. Finally, he said, “One,” and counted out each solid stroke. Tension built higher within her, and the impact of each pop to her ass cheek vibrated in her clit. Her pussy convulsed and her inner thighs became slick. She hissed with the final pop and moaned in rapture as his hand made gentle impact with her pussy.
Now the sweet torture would begin, or so she’d thought, before he suddenly stopped. His hand strayed back to her swollen cunt, and his fingers drifted fluidly though all her abundant moisture. His growl was a deep, almost animalistic sound, and her pussy clenched tightly on his fingers when he slid two inside her easily.
“I’ll be damned.”
It dawned on her that Richard had just found out what he actually needed to know. Erotic spankings got her hot in a major way. It didn’t matter that it was kinky or that mild pain was involved.
She almost shouted in triumph as he withdrew his finger and resumed the erotic spanking. Each stroke to her pussy took her higher and higher. She began arching to meet his hand, eager for each one as a ball of fire consumed her from the inside out.
When she shifted, she noticed his erection was thick and hard against her waist and knew without a doubt he was fully on board with erotic spanking. She parted her legs and the next soft impact landed on her clit and stayed there. Moaning, she writhed as he focused his caresses over and around her clit.
“Yes, Richard. Oh, yes!”
She couldn’t wait to feel his cock thrusting inside of her. As if he’d read her mind, Richard thrust two fingers inside her cunt again and continued rubbing her clit as he stroked in and out of her pussy. She grasped his pant leg and bucked against his tight invasion until the tension broke and her orgasm hit her hard.
Her body was a limp noodle when the orgasm receded, but Richard kept stroking her pussy lips gently. The tension soon returned, and she wanted him inside her when she came again.
Carefully, she sat up with his help, feeling euphoric and wobbly.
“You okay?”
She caressed his jaw and kissed him, whispering, “So much better than okay, honey.”
She slipped his unbuttoned shirt from his massive shoulders as he stood and removed his jeans and boxers. She retrieved another condom from the bedside table and drew him into the living room. “Can I sit in your lap?” she whispered, pointing to his large, comfortable-looking chair. The one he’d rocked her in the day she’d been bitten by the rattlesnake.
He sat and drew her to him so she straddled his thighs with her ass perched on his knees. She caressed his balls while he sheathed his cock then he tilted her face so she would look in his eyes.
“Honey, I could see for myself how much the spanking turned you on. Next time you want one, tell me, and I’ll be happy to deliver it. You don’t have to be naughty in order to get what you need.”
Maya giggled and whispered, “But, Richard, provoking you is half the fun.”
Richard smiled and groaned as she slid her satiny pussy back and forth over his shaft and replied, “Well, all right then. Although I don’t really call what you pulled in the car provocation.”
“But it was definitely an invitation.”
Glad they were on the same page, Maya lifted up and put her arms around his neck. He positioned his cock at her slick opening and sighed blissfully as she slid down on him.
“I can’t describe to you just how good you feel, Maya.”
“Do you like my pussy?”
Richard groaned as he thrust. “I love your little pussy.”
She reveled in the feel of his strong hands gripping her hips as he guided her up and down on his cock. She kept her eyes focused on Richard’s face. He rubbed his thumb gently over her clit, and the orgasm blossomed within her, fluttering and growing. It would overtake her in seconds.
“I feel it coming. I’m so close, Richard,” she crooned triumphantly.
“Me, too, honey.”
Resting her cheek on his shoulder as they continued moving together, she closed her eyes and imagined how the two of them looked right now with her astride him and his cock sliding in and out of her drenched pussy. He was so thick and hard. It must be a wonderful sight.
The orgasm slammed into her, and she threw her head back and screamed in joy. His arms tightened around her as he thrust powerfully several times before becoming motionless with a growl. He held her tight, and his body practically vibrated with his orgasm.
When he finally spoke a few minutes later, Richard said, “You let me know if there’s anything else you want me to try, okay?”
Maya had to suppress her laughter. “I’m so glad you’re good with kinky.”
They rested together in the chair, his arms holding her securely. Once again he rocked her gently. The feeling was so peaceful and calming she wanted to stay that way, still intimately connected all afternoon. Eventually he did withdraw, needing to ditch the condom. He helped her up and put her in their bed.
“I’ll be right back.”
Richard returned a few minutes later balancing a tray and two bottles of water. The tray held sandwiches and fruit he’d hurriedly cut up.
“You made us lunch in bed.” She propped up the pillows against the headboard and took the tray from him as he climbed into the bed still gloriously naked.
He cuddled her to him and said, “I figured you had to be hungry and thought you’d like a picnic.”
He popped a grape in her mouth and handed her a sandwich, then opened her bottle of water for her.
“Maya, can I ask you something?”
“Anything,” she replied before taking a bite of her sandwich.
“Are we wearing you out? Physically, I mean? Are you making love with us this often because you’re trying to keep up?”
Maya smiled at him and said a silent prayer of thanks for the way he blessed her heart. After swallowing, she replied, “I don’t feel worn out, or put-upon, or any of those things, Richard. I see the love in your eyes and I…just want you. I experience the way you three sweethearts take care of me, and I want to be with you, all over you, loving you, touching you, and doing my best to devote all of me to you. I can’t look in your eyes and not desire the loving care you give me.”
“So you’re not just doing it to keep us happy.”
“Of course, I want you happy. But I do it because it makes me happy, too.” She ended her statement with a yawn. The temperature outside was blazing, and that plus their playtime made her want a nap in the cool air-conditioning. Good, hard orgasms did that to a girl.
“Well, right now it looks like you need a rest.”
They finished their lunch and he returned the tray to the kitchen. When he climbed back in the bed, Maya noticed he was almost fully hardened again.
“I think you should nap,” he said when she reached for him.
“We have all afternoon. I plan to nap, but first I want to play some more. I really, really missed you.”
He chuckled and pulled her under him. “You’re insatiable.”
She giggled and replied, “The love of a good man will do that to a woman.”
He sheathed his cock quickly and groaned when she wrapped her legs around his waist. His solid weight felt indescribably good above her. She moaned when he flexed his hips and nudged her with the tip of his cock. It was pure bliss the way he entered her, stretching her slowly and filling her to practically bursting.
Richard and Maya made love with slow, leisurely strokes until they were both consumed in a fiery burst of ecstasy. After they’d recovered, Richard left the bed to dispose of the condom. When he returne
d she was already drifting toward sleep.
He got into the bed and pulled her on top of him, her legs splayed on either side of his thighs and pulled the sheet up to her hips.
“Maya?”
“Hmm?”
“Loving you has healed me. Thank you.”
Maya lifted her head from his chest and gazed into his luminous eyes. “I think we healed each other, Richard.” Her lips trembled as he pulled her closer and kissed her so tenderly tears leaked from her eyes. These tears were happy tears. She nestled to him and he caressed her back in slow, hypnotic strokes.
“I swear your skin is like silk under my fingertips.”
* * * *
Boone returned home with Kendall that afternoon. The drapes on the front windows were drawn and the house was quiet, dark, and cool when they entered.
Kendall silently followed him down the hallway to the master bedroom. The door was open, and he smiled in satisfaction when he looked inside and saw them. Richard was crashed hard, and Maya was asleep, sprawled on top of him, her head on his shoulder. They faced each other as though they’d fallen asleep talking or perhaps looking at each other.
Her hair was spread all around her creamy shoulders and Richard’s chest as though he’d been playing with it. Boone thought of how many times they must’ve made love if they were so deep asleep at this time of the day. He could make out the shape of her lush, heart-shaped ass through the sheet and his cock stirred.
“Beautiful,” Kendall whispered reverently before turning to him. “I don’t want to wake either one of them.”
“Looks like they wore each other out.”
Boone pulled the door closed, and they spent a few minutes together talking and making supper.
After a big pot of spaghetti and garlic bread were ready, Boone returned to the still-reposing sleeping beauties. Maya had kicked off the sheet so nothing about her position was left to the imagination.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, he slid his hand gently down the smooth skin of Maya’s back to the upper swell of her exposed buttocks. The sight of her and that simple touch was enough to get him completely hard. It was going to be difficult waiting for bedtime.
She reacted to his touch, arching against his hand, which pleased him very much. He turned his hand and let the tops of his fingers trace back up her spine. She shuddered, sighed, and made a blissful, kittenish little sound designed to torture his libido.
After a few moments of repeated up-and-down caresses, she turned her head and opened her eyes. When she saw him she smiled so happily he thought his heart would burst. She untucked her right hand and slid it across the bed to him and whispered, “Hi.”
Twining his fingers with hers he responded, “Hi, baby.”
“Welcome home.”
God, was it ever a good welcome home, there in her eyes and her smile and the languorous, sleepy quality of her voice. That was home.
“We made supper.”
“You did? After doing all that driving you had to fix your own supper. Poor baby.” She put her lip out in a sleepy little pout and added, “I should’ve had something ready for when you got home.”
“That’s okay. I’ll claim my payment after supper.”
Her eyes got bigger but then she smiled sexily at him. “Guess what I got this afternoon.” He could tell by the wicked twinkle in her eyes that she was not referring to the red roses Richard had picked up for her at Merritt’s on their way through town earlier.
“What did you get, baby?”
Revealing that he, too, was awake, Richard cleared his voice and said, “She got a spanking for being a naughty girl.”
Boone’s eyebrows arched up. Richard? Richard had given Maya a spanking?
Maya giggled and said, “Yup. I was a badly behaved girl. I had it coming.”
Richard chuckled. “That’s not all she had coming.”
Boone’s hand itched to glide over her ass and inspect it, feel the heat if any remained. He knew Richard would be very careful with her and doubted that any redness had lingered.
Richard stretched his big body, with her still sprawled on top of him, then he helped her to sit up. After she kissed Richard one last time, she climbed off and went to Boone.
“I haven’t given you a proper welcome yet, have I?”
“I’ll take a kiss for now. The ‘proper welcome’ can wait until later tonight,” he said, drawing her to him for a long, deep kiss and a hug. His hands strayed all over her body as he kissed her, finding her silky, hot cunt drenched with her juices. She gasped against his lips and moaned when he slid two fingers into her pussy and stroked very gently then added his thumb against her clit. He meant it to stop at a kiss, but what the hell.
“Oh, Boone. You’re going to…”
“I’m going to what?” he asked as she wound her arms around his neck. Her hips flexed against his hand, moving with the same steady rhythm he employed.
“Oh, God. Boone, I’m going to…” Her voice was cut off by her groan. He growled with satisfaction as her pussy tightened like a vise around his fingers. Now this was a proper welcome home: the feel of his woman about to come just from the touch of his fingers.
“You’re going to what, baby?” The fluttering of her orgasm started around his fingers and Boone wanted to beat his chest in triumph.
“I’m coming! Oh, Boone! Yes!” Her cries were sweet music to his ears as her pussy quaked and convulsed on his fingers, drenching his hand with her cum. She was so beautiful in the way she surrendered to him, her cheeks flushed and her lips rosy from his kiss, parted in ecstasy. When she stilled she looked up at him and smiled, her eyes half closed, looking very satisfied. She bit her lower lip and sighed when he slid his fingers to his mouth and licked her cum from them. She was sweet and tangy like a ripe apricot.
“Luscious, baby.”
Someone’s stomach growled and they both looked up and realized that all four of them were still in the room together. Richard watched with lazy contentment on his face, although his semi-erect cock was telling another story. Kendall looked enthralled and ready to jump in the bed, too.
Maya sighed happily and said, “It’s time to eat, I guess.”
Boone adjusted the bone-hard cock punching at his fly and said, “Don’t tempt me, Maya.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
That Friday night, Boone groaned as he watched Maya step onto the dance floor with the girls at The Dancing Pony. Ever since their return to Divine Thursday afternoon, she couldn’t walk through a room without inspiring a hard-on for him. Her most innocent touch or look had him thinking evil, lascivious, dominating thoughts. She never held back from him or his brothers.
She was delightfully playful, fun-loving, and sweetly submissive when the time was right. She kept up with them tirelessly and brought more happiness into his life than he’d experienced in a whole lifetime.
She’d hung out at Discretion with Grace during the week, which Boone knew Grace’s men appreciated, especially on the drive to and from Morehead. There had been no other incidents, and Boone hoped it stayed that way for all the women’s sakes.
His cock hardened to epic proportions as he watched Maya saunter forward with the girls. He’d heard in Technicolor detail from Kendall about her dance in the living room.
She was straight-up the hottest woman he’d ever known, and she was his. That was part of her gift. Each of his brothers felt the same way—she was his. Somehow she managed to fill different needs they each had for a woman. She gave Kendall the sweet, teasing love he craved, she gave Richard understanding, tenderness, and quiet acceptance, and she gave Boone her submission and undeniably kinky side. She gave them all her love.
Ethan must have been in a mood for oldies tonight as “American Woman” by The Guess Who pumped old-school electric guitar over the speakers. The energy level in the night club rose as the dance floor flooded and others watched the girls dance.
The girls were all attractive in different ways, but Maya stood out amongst them
, like a siren calling his name. Boone grinned as he caught a glimpse of Juliana Peterson on the dance floor. He remembered a time when Ash Peterson had almost pounded his ass for trying to take off with his woman for a dance.
Boone hadn’t minded poaching too much back in the day and recalled with only a small amount of embarrassment that he’d had similar prurient thoughts about Teresa Palacios before he’d found out she was engaged to Angel Martinez and his brother, Joaquin.
Now, here they were having finally found the right woman for them. Maya was dressed up for them in a new outfit she’d brought home from Discretion that afternoon.
His cock jumped for joy at the recollection of her showing it off before they’d left for the club. The simple but sexy low-cut red dress ended just above her knees. It clung to her curves like a second skin and made him wish this was the end of the evening instead of the beginning.
Because he’d done an up-close inspection, he knew the seams running up the backs of her stockings were bright red to match her garter belt and made her legs look ten feet long before disappearing into her red stilettos. Generously, Maya had allowed him to assist in picking out her panties, so he knew she was clad in a miniscule cherry-red satin G-string that was mostly elastic and a cute little bow.
Her blonde curls bobbed around her shoulders as her arms arced through the air, her body keeping an undulating counterpoint to the rhythm of the music. He felt another surge of gratitude to Morgan for encouraging her when she’d decided to take striptease and pole dancing lessons. Maya had told Boone that instead of laughing, Morgan had arranged the lessons for her as a birthday gift. She must’ve been an A-plus student.
Boone tensed when he saw a man reach out a hand from where he sat at a table next to the dance floor. The object of his reach was Maya. Before Boone could make a move, Eli Wolf grasped the guy’s wrist and eased him back into his chair. Quick words were shared between the two, and the guy held up his hands in apology.
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