by Lily Harlem
“I can do that.” She grinned as he placed his lathered hands on her shoulders, then ran them to her breasts. He moved her from the fall of water and coated her in white, frothy bubbles, paying extra attention between her legs and her ass cheeks.
“I think you’re done now,” she said after a few minutes and wanting the heat of the water again.
“Mmm, I guess.” He tugged her under the shower and wrapped his arms around her. His cock was thickening once more. “I wanna make your ass red?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean I want you over my knee, my palm meeting your ass, until it glows and you’re so turned on you hardly know where you stop and I begin.”
She stared into his eyes, the image of her on his lap, ass offered up, was a sudden and vivid one. It wasn’t unpleasant. “And you want me begging for it, right?”
“Yeah, I like it when you beg for my cock.”
She hesitated for a moment. “So do it?”
“What?” He tucked her hair behind her ears.
“You know what. Make my ass red if that’ll turn you on.”
“It’ll turn you on, too.”
“That remains to be seen.”
“God, it’s so hot that you haven’t done this stuff before.” He cupped her cheeks. “I feel privileged.”
“So you should.”
He gave her ass a fast swat and grinned. “Get outta here and into the bedroom.”
“Yes, Sir.” She stepped from the shower.
He groaned and held his cock. “Fuck, if you start all that Sir shit I’m not gonna be safe to be around.”
“You should’ve guessed already that I’m not the type of girl to play safe.” She reached for a fluffy black towel and wrapped it around herself. “Maybe I like a little danger.”
“Nah, you don’t.” He winked. “Not yet, baby.”
She pushed her hair from her face, then used another towel to rid it of the drips.
In an instant, she was upside down, staring at his naked ass and scrabbling to hold onto something. “Roper,” she said on a gasp as air rushed from her lungs.
He’d upended her over his shoulder and was marching to the bedroom like a man possessed.
She landed on the bed, bounced, and lost the towel that had been wrapped around her torso.
“Come here,” he said, sitting on the edge of the bed and patting his lap. His expression had turned serious, his eyes dark.
For a moment, she wavered. It seemed such a vulnerable position to be in, almost child-like. Isn’t that what happened to naughty kids—they got spanked?
“This is gonna be so fucking sexy you won’t believe,” he said, reaching for her hands. “Empty your mind of pre-conceived ideas. This is all about us, how you feel, how I feel. Nothing else matters.”
She nodded and allowed him to position her over his thighs. Her breasts touched the bedsheets as did her knees, and her stomach pressed into his thighs. Her ass felt as though it was a mile high in the air and completely exposed.
“You have no idea how beautiful you are,” Roper said, sliding his palm over her buttocks. His callouses were a little sharp, but that only added to the pleasure of him touching her. “You’ve trusted me so much,” he murmured. “Trust me again on this one.”
A sharp slap hit down.
“Ouch!”
Then another, opposite cheek.
She jerked, but he set his free hand in the small of her back and kept her still.
She bit on her bottom lip.
“That’s it,” he said. “Take it. Take it all.”
He hit again. Twice.
She screwed up her eyes and fisted the sheet. A low groan rumbled in her throat as the sting spread like wildfire over her skin.
“Yeah, you’re going pink, baby, so pretty. You getting wet yet?” He slid his finger through the cleft of her buttocks, over her anus and to her pussy. He pushed in.
She moaned and writhed for more penetration.
He chuckled and stroked her G-spot.
“Roper,” she gasped.
Another hit landed on her left cheek. Then one on her right. He kept on going, his palm slapping over and over until the layers of heat built across each other and the pain simmered in a constant glow. It wasn’t unpleasant, but it was intense.
She writhed against him, seeking stimulation on her clit. The flames on her skin were making her nerves hypersensitive; it was as though he were touching her everywhere at once.
He stopped whacking and plunged his fingers into her pussy, his way eased by her arousal.
She cried out, desperate with want. Her body was a mass of need, her nerves sizzling. “Roper, please, fuck me.”
“Are you begging?”
“Yes, yes.”
“Not enough.”
She whimpered as he withdrew, then cried out as he set up a steady stream of thwacks on her ass. She jerked away from the pain, then bucked for more. Her pussy was trembling, her clit tight and swollen. A tear rolled from her eye and soaked into the bedding.
“Roper, please, no more. I need you in me, please.”
Her begging must have hit a chord because she found herself on her back staring up at him. She widened her legs, and he held his cock at the entrance of her pussy.
“You want me?” he asked.
“Yes, yes, please. More than anything.” She gripped his biceps.
“Beg some more.”
“Fuck me. Show me how good I can feel.”
“More.”
“Roper, I need you. Please…”
He caught her mouth with his and forged in, full depth.
She cried around his lips as discomfort and bliss combined.
“Fuck, I fucking love how you beg, how you look, how you feel. I fucking love you,” he murmured into her hair.
He loves me?
“Roper, yes,” she said, her lips moving against the shell of his ear, “I love you, too.”
He lifted up and stared into her eyes, stilled with his cock buried to the hilt.
“You do?”
“Yes, can’t you tell?”
“You can love a guy like me?”
“Not many women could, but we’re from the same mold.” She tightened her grip on him. “We understand the same way of life.”
“Yeah, you’re right about that.” He kissed her again, withdrew, then thrust deep. “We’re a perfect fit.”
Beth gave herself over to him, to the sensations he’d created in her. She was his. He was hers, and together they could face the world. Theirs was a fucked-up world, and it revolved around corruption and violence, but it was all they knew. It was the path they’d been given, their destiny. And now, she’d have a life full of love that would make it all the more bearable.
She truly was a lucky woman to have found the mobster of her dreams.
About Lily Harlem
Lily Harlem lives in the UK and is an award-winning author of erotic romance. She writes for publishers on both sides of the Atlantic including HarperCollins, Totally Bound, Pride, Evernight, and Stormy Nights Publishing. Her work regularly receives high praise and industry nominations.
Before turning her hand to writing Lily Harlem worked as a trauma nurse and her latest HarperCollins release, Confessions of a Naughty Night Nurse draws on her many experiences while nursing in London. Lily also self-publishes and The Silk Tie, The Glass Knot, Cold Nights, Hot Bodies, Bite Mark and Shared have been blessed with many 5* reviews. If you love sporty romance don’t miss Hot Ice a seven novel series about those sexy bad boys of the ice and also Formula One themed novel Accelerated Passion!
Lily writes MF, MM and ménage a trois, her books regularly hit the #1 spot on Amazon Bestseller lists and Breathe You In was named a USA Today Reviewer’s Recommended Read of 2014. Her latest MM novel is Dark Warrior and you can grab Part One of her MM series Caught on Camera for FREE!
Lily also co-authors with Natalie Dae and publishes darker BDSM and suspense under the name Harlem Dae - check o
ut That Filthy Book which has been hailed as a novel ‘every woman should read’ and is available in book stores nationwide. Find Harlem Dae on Amazon.
One thing you can be sure of, whatever book you pick up by Ms Harlem, is it will be wildly romantic and down-and-dirty sexy. Enjoy!
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