Taking his glass from her, he then clasped her hand and walked to the sofa, seating himself in the middle and pulling her down next to him. Feeling her stiffen, he released her hand and draped his arm around her shoulders, gently stroking the bare skin.
“Now this is nice,” she sighed, snuggling closer.
“Yes, it is,” John replied, before sipping his drink. Watching the flames, he enjoyed the feel of her soft body against him. Her perfume was a heady reminder that she was a grown woman and there was nothing he’d like to do more than pull her onto his lap and bare that breast with the pouting nipple that was inches from his stroking hand. Small fingers walked up and down his thigh, hardening his penis that had become elongated as he’d watched her ass in the clinging nightgown.
“What would you like to do now?” she whispered, setting her glass on the coffee table. Settling back on the couch, she turned toward him with invitation in her eyes.
“Therein lies the dilemma,” he replied, his voice mellow.
Her heavily glossed lips were parted slightly, and she could feel the corded muscles in his thigh tightening. This was almost too easy, she thought, closing her eyes. He felt so good under her hand, those thighs would not be the only thing rock hard and it had been so long since she’d done anything but fly solo. What started out as a calculated idea to sidetrack him became much more as he set his glass down and tipped her chin up, claiming her lips. His strong arm slid down her back, cupping her bottom as he pulled her closer, and Erica moaned into his hot mouth. His lips were remarkably firm, yet gentle, while he molded his mouth to hers and controlled the pressure as heat built in her belly.
No boyish teasing, just pure man intent on having his way, and as long as the end goal was her shivering in ecstasy with his cock buried deep inside her, she had no complaints.
Breaking the kiss, John watched her face as he slid his hand under the sweeping hem of the gown and moved it slowly up her leg. He felt the heat of her several inches before he reached his destination. She was wet with need, slippery and hot, and he didn’t hesitate a second before parting her lips with his thick finger. Her eyes widened for just a second before they clouded over as he applied pressure to her clit. Moving his hand lower, a quick thrust was all it took and he was inside her. A second finger had her contracting around him as she adjusted to the intrusion, and his balls tightened.
Erica’s hands clutched his shirt as though hanging on for dear life. Oh God, oh God, oh God her mind chanted as she moved her hips up to meet each thrust. No plastic or silicon toy could ever replace the touch of a real man. She could feel each knuckle as it scraped against the walls of her pussy. His thumb, planted firmly above her nub, provided enough stimulation to send her over the edge at any moment.
The straps of her gown had slipped to her elbows, trapping her arms, freeing one breast, and John watched her pink nipple dancing temptingly from her frantic movements. He lowered his head and sucked the tidbit into his mouth, drawing strongly as she cried out in pleasure, echoing her desire with his own groan of pleasure. He wanted her so badly, had wanted her for weeks, and it was difficult to hold himself in check. His cock strained against his trousers, demanding to be set free, and his heart raced as hunger tore through him. She needed to be spanked! He’d said he would do it, and he had to follow through or she would always doubt his commitment to her, always think her first assessment of him was correct; it would haunt their entire relationship.
Feeling her imminent climax as she clamped tightly down on his fingers, John made up his mind. There was no reason Erica shouldn’t have exactly what she wanted, and a little of what she needed, too. Pulling his hand from between her thighs, John picked her up and sat her on his lap facing him.
“JB, please,” she pleaded in panic. “I need you so. Don’t stop,” she begged, as her hands clutched his wide shoulders and shook him.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he assured her, his gentle voice the complete opposite of the determined expression on his face. “I have no intention of stopping. I intended to satisfy both of our needs. Now be a good girl and let me slip this off,” he said, tugging the long gown from her body and tossing is aside. His hands settled on her hips, holding her still in a firm grip.
“Behave and stop that wiggling,” he instructed, not letting go until she stilled.
Running his hands upward he traced her narrow waist and moved to cup both breasts, his thumbs scraping across her nipples, back and forth until she moaned and reached for the closure of his pants, her bottom all but bouncing on his lap.
“Hands off,” he warned, releasing her breasts and tugging her hands down to her sides. “It appears you’re no longer tired, so we have all night.”
Frustrated, Erica wiggled until she was straddling one of his thighs and began rocking her pussy back and forth, intent on finding her own pleasure if he was going to be so slow about providing it.
“Oh, you are going to get it,” John said with a laugh as he unbuttoned his pants and unzipped them.
“Good, because I want it,” she said with a pout.
“What about what I want?” he asked, pulling aside his briefs and letting his cock spring free.
“I’ll give you whatever you want,” she promised, licking her lips in delight at the size of him.
It was beautiful, she thought. Thick and long and heavily ridged, and she gushed liquid heat at the sight of it. A month of this would not be a hardship at all, she sighed, inching closer.
“Yes, you will baby,” he agreed. “You will give me everything I want and then some.” Clutching her hips he slid forward on the sofa. “Wrap your legs around me, honey,” he instructed, “and we’ll do this nice and slow.”
Erica spread her legs wide and John pulled her toward him, lining up the tip of his cock with the slippery lips of her pussy. Inching her closer, he groaned as he entered her, stopping just inside and savoring the moment. Breathy little mews came from her lips as her head dropped back, and she used her legs to try to pull him farther into her weeping channel.
The strong hands gripping her hips prevented her from controlling the depth of his penetration, and she nearly wailed in frustration before he slipped his fingers between them and began stroking her button.
“You’ve been very naughty, Erica,” he said, bending to nip her neck. “I shouldn’t even allow you to experience any pleasure from what I’m going to do to you, but I find that I’m not that cold-hearted. Eventually you will learn that I cannot be led around by the balls and temper your behavior accordingly. For tonight I will let you have your orgasm, if you can find it in the course of your discipline,” he stated, removing his fingers from her clit and yanking her bottom forward with both hands until he was completely seated within her.
It was heaven, pure and simple, and her small scream of surprise and delight was nothing compared to the roar that fought to escape his throat. He didn’t want to do a thing except take hold of her hips and piston into her until he exploded, flooding her with every last drop of his hot seed. Incredibly, she’d managed to divert him from his original task and it appalled him how easily she’d gotten the upper hand, using her beautiful body and his feelings for her.
Knowing instinctively this was not the way to her heart, John pulled himself together. Erica was riding him for all she was worth, and it took tremendous will power for him to let go of her hips and wrap one arm tightly around her waist, pinning her to him. Spreading his knees, her bottom dangled slightly between them as she tightened her legs around his waist.
“What are you doing?” she cried, hanging onto his neck as he balanced at the edge of the couch.
The only answer she got was a smart slap on her ass that took her breath away. He had long arms, she realized, and easily managed to smack her several times before she was able to voice her objections.
“John, please stop,” she begged, trying to wiggle away to no avail. “Oh no, don’t. It felt so good, don’t ruin it now,” she continued. Each time she tried to
pull away, his hard cock rocked within her and she gasped in pain and pleasure.
While not angry with her, John was disappointed, and he let his spanks reflect that. Strong and agile, he had no problem holding her as he made his displeasure felt. Smack after smack stained her pretty bottom as he moved from side to side. In this position it was easy to get to the undersides of her thighs, and he paid special attention to her sweet spots. With every spank she thrust closer to him, giving him more pleasure than he probably deserved, but he wasn’t complaining. Although he hadn’t planned on giving her an erotic spanking, it sure as hell was hot from where he was sitting. Her lush breasts were crushed against his chest, her perfect bottom was getting exactly what it deserved for lying to him and ignoring his instructions, and her hot tears were soaking his neck as she surrendered to his discipline and sobbed into his shoulder.
Still he continued, long after her loud pleas had stopped and the only sounds were the crisp slap of his big hand on her bottom and her whimpers of distress.
“It’s over,” he said firmly, rubbing her back. “I hope you take it seriously the next time I tell you that I’m going to spank you, sweetheart.”
Erica let out a wail and sobbed into his shoulder. She was leaking, well…everywhere. Her eyes, her nose and from another area she didn’t even want to think about. Her ass was on fire, but as bad as that felt, it wasn’t the worst of it. No, each and every smack had been so very painful and so surprisingly satisfying. With every strike of his huge hand, another part of him had caused an equal reaction deep within her pussy, at times brushing her G-spot in another mixture of agony and ecstasy. Even now as he soothed her, his rock hard body still joined with hers, she fought not to rock herself against him.
Reaching into his pocket, John produced a handkerchief and helped her sit up straight, causing a guttural moan to slip from her lips, and she tightened around him. Smiling he wiped away her tears and held the cloth to her nose.
“Blow,” he said, pleased when she obeyed, sighing dejectedly. “Now we have to turn you around, baby,” he informed her, plucking her from his lap and feeling the loss of her heat surrounding his cock. Setting her on her shaking legs between his spread thighs he pushed her slightly forward. “I want you to bend over a little bit for me.”
“But, JB, it pulls,” she cried, reaching back and cupping her red behind.
“Sorry, sweetheart,” he replied. “You should have thought about that before you did everything in your power to seduce me. Yes, I was going to give you a little spanking and put you to bed, but it’s far too late to stop now. I have to have you baby, and I intend to, sore bottom and all,” he continued.
Moving his legs together, he separated hers and positioned them to the outside of his thighs. Lifting her slightly he pulled her back toward his lap, this time facing away from him.
“No, JB no,” she squealed, trying to pull away from him. “I can’t sit down, it’s gonna hurt.”
“Yes, it is, but you’ll live, darlin’, and don’t even try to tell me you don’t want it. I can see your sweet little pussy weeping with need; it’s running down your leg.”
Erica covered her face with her hands and let out a mortified sob. He was right about how badly she desired him. Scorched ass aside, her body was on fire. Finally she nodded her agreement and let him maneuver her back and over his cock.
Gently he guided her down, ignoring her ouch, ouch, ouch with a satisfied smile. She was fire, liquid heat, and he wanted to return to his previous warm haven. Erica shivered and shook, whether with discomfort or rapture, he didn’t care at this particular moment. He was too busy savoring the sensation of her scalded bottom pressed firmly against him as his cock twitched inside her. After several gasps and groans, she settled, leaning back against his chest and melting.
His hands were busy, stroking her breasts, plucking her raised nipples as he whispered in her ear with his hot breath.
“Oh, this is nice, sweetie. I love having your hot little ass pressed so firmly against me. I’m in you so deep, baby,” he sighed, giving her a sharp nip on her shoulder at the same time he placed his hand on her abdomen, holding her down as he thrust up. “I know I said no sex while we’re working on your issues this month, but anytime you want to be a big girl, anytime you need this, I’ll be more than happy to comply,” he said softly, his voice raspy and dark.
Erica arched her neck, thrusting her breast further into his hand as she ground down on him. In her wildest imagination she’d never figured on this, never thought he could spank her ass, slide his thick cock into her and then turn her brain to mush with a few whispered words. When he slid his fingers lower, she could barely stay coherent as he gently stroked her nub before plucking it between his fingers and giving it a firm pinch.
“I can’t wait to get this pretty little pearl in my mouth, honey. I bet it’s as sweet as a berry on the 4th of July,” he whispered as he continued to roll her clit like a marble in butter.
Erica’s breath came in little pants, and she began to move her hips in a circular motion that matched his attentions. The hair on his groin reignited her flaming hot bottom with each shift, but she couldn’t force her body to stop. Taking his hand from her breast, she moved it down to her tummy and pushed, indicating she wanted him to hold her down as his hips lifted with slow thrusts.
“Easy, sweetheart,” he said firmly. “If you don’t stop milking me I’m going to come and we don’t want that do we?”
“Yes, yes we do,” she insisted, working faster. “I need more, harder, faster…please.”
“No, baby, right now we’re doing slow and easy. I want you to come first, and I want to feel each and every twitch and spasm as you do, so you just relax and let me take care of you.”
Erica ground her teeth in frustration and tried to pull her legs together, intending to give herself more leverage. She was rewarded with two crisp slaps to the inside of her thighs and quickly settled back with a huff.
“None of that, darlin’,” he warned, resuming his slow torturous pattern after giving her clit a firm spank with two fingers. “I won’t be denied, and unless you want to find yourself over my lap, you’ll stop.” His finger became the tongue, her clit the ice cream as he slid over her nub again and again. His arm was a steel band, holding her in place, her cries music to his ears. Steamy and sensuous, she was impaled on his raging erection, and John didn’t know how much longer he could continue before plunging into her with uncontrollable fervor. When she started to quiver with each touch, he relaxed. She was close, so close now, and he increased the pressure just a little but refused to pick up speed.
Finally he felt it, the first contraction, so deep inside her. Guttural cries slipped from her lips, those of a woman completely incapable of hearing her own voice. Her entire body stiffened as a scream escaped, and she convulsed in his arms as her body squeezed him over and over. It was too much, beautiful and raw, and he continued to stroke her throughout the aftershocks until she grabbed his hand, a whispered ‘please’ on her lips.
Kissing her hair, John stopped but kept his hand cupping her. “Oh my sweet girl,” he praised her softly. “That was perfect; exactly what I wanted from you.”
Erica turned her head and looked at him with wide confused eyes.
“I wanted you to trust me, sweetie. Trust me with one of the most precious parts of you, and you did it. You let me love you as I wanted to and I’m proud of you. Now, however, we have another little problem to take care of,” he said with a grin, arching his hips.
Erica licked her lips, giving him an evil smile. “So is it my turn now?” she asked.
John laughed and nodded his head.
Rising and letting his cock slip out of her, she took his hand and pulled him from the couch.
“You won’t need these,” she said, pushing down his pants and taking his briefs with them. When he was naked from the waist down she pulled him toward the bedroom.
Much later, John smoothed her hair from her sweaty face, ki
ssed her goodnight and tucked her in. Letting himself out of the apartment, he whistled as he got on the elevator. Tomorrow couldn’t come fast enough. He had thirty days to win her heart.
Chapter Eight
Susan walked along the boardwalk, her hoodie held tight to her as the wind tried to steal it. The sea was angry today. White foam danced on the dark water, salty spray making its way to the benches that dotted the walkway. It was cold, stinging her skin and making her question her choice of destinations.
It had been a week since she’d left the lodge. She wondered if Marcus was even looking for her, now that he knew she was alright. The flowers she sent Kelsey had a card that was short and sweet. Pink hot house tulips, “in case I don’t see you in the spring, when your’s bloom” she’d said. “I’m fine, Love, Susan.” She’d been careful how she ordered them, using her credit card but placing the order through an 800 number and using Marcus’s address as hers. It seemed a safe bet, and in all likelihood, Marcus was probably too busy fucking Bianca to give it another thought.
Sitting on a damp bench, she pulled her legs up, hugging them and resting her chin on her knees. Staring out to sea, her tears mingled with the spray as her hood gave up, letting her hair escape in long dark furls behind her. Vegas seemed a million light years ago, lost in a memory she refused to recall. What man wanted someone like her anyway? Not Marcus, at least not for keeps like he’d said. Not that she could blame him. She was a loser, despite all her bravado; she’d never succeeded at anything for more than a few weeks. Every job, every relationship, all ended the same way, with her on the outside looking in. What would make her believe this would end any differently?
Marcus was gorgeous, wealthy, brilliant, successful, and she was nobody; worse than a nobody, a loser without an ounce of luck to her name. Well it wouldn’t happen again, she promised herself, wiping her nose on her sleeve. She, Susan Shaughnessy, had been suckered for the last time. If she couldn’t have love and happiness, she could damn well have money. Surely Sam had more than one client looking for someone like her. She was pretty sure she could sue Marcus for breach of contract, as he’d broken the cardinal rule of fidelity, but that would require facing him in court, not an option. No, she’d wait until she was sure the heat was off and she read about their wedding in the papers, and then she’d approach Sam about another match. The worst part was missing Kelsey, but as soon as Sue was settled again, she’d make a point of seeing her regularly; in fact, she would make it a condition of her new contract.
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