Her nether curls were the same rich color as the hair on her head, highlighted with golden streaks as if she had spent some time lying naked in the sun. The exotic color made her skin seem creamy and soft, and made his mind wonder. What would she look like with her legs spread for his enjoyment? Would her curls frame her moist, delicate flesh, complimenting the subtle feminine lips and the delicate clitoris that would throb for the touch of his fingers and his lips?
“Come,” he ordered a bit breathlessly as he pulled his thoughts together. Those were pleasures he would experience later. For now, he wanted to feel her tight, hot body writhing against his lap as his hands heated that perfect ass of hers.
She began gliding towards him again, her breasts swaying lightly with her steps, her hair parting and revealing more of her delicate treasures to his feasting eyes.
“Do you know why I must punish you?” he asked quietly. She stopped a few inches away from him. He could feel the heat from her skin, smell the spicy feminine scent of her arousal, see her trembling breaths and her chest rising and falling with her excitement.
“Because I was a bad girl,” she breathlessly replied.
“That’s right. And bad girls need a spanking to teach them the error of their ways.”
She whimpered with excitement and a clear drop of her liquid desire trailed down her thigh.
“Bad and impatient,” he chided, although the sight of the proof of her great desire for him almost made him end the game right there. But playing was too much fun.
“I’m sorry,” she panted. She began to rub her thighs together, trying in vain to ease the growing ache there. “I can’t help it.”
“Can’t help it?” he replied in mock alarm. “Come closer and let me see.”
She whimpered as she took that final step, closed that final inch that separated them. She felt his strength encompasses her, and she felt safe and excited at the same time.
“Closer, child,” he ordered. “Right across my lap.”
Shuddering with desire, she complied and seated herself across his hard thighs, her back to his warm muscular chest.
“So obedient for such a naughty little girl,” he mused as she settled herself comfortably, her legs lying on top of his muscular thighs, her back to his broad chest. The softness of her skin was amazing, as was the sexual heat wafting from her body. He could feel the small tremors shake her as she raised great liquid eyes to his. She was primed and ready for action and he had yet to lay a finger on her.
“Yes,” she whimpered as she wiggled on his lap. He could feel her moisture dampening his crotch.
“So impatient,” he purred as he brought his hands up. But instead of touching her as she wished, he used one finger to brush a long strand of hair behind her back, exposing her slim shoulders and full breasts to his view.
“And you tried so very hard to hide these beauties from me. Your actions only increased the amount of punishment, my dear.”
Her whole body quivered with intense passion as his words registered.
“But first, I need to see why you can’t help yourself. Spread your legs.”
She paused for a moment, as if considering his words, then spread her thighs a few more inches apart. She bit back a moan as the fabric of his shorts gave way to his lightly furred thighs, and she felt the powerful muscles there shift to accommodate her movements.
“So very obedient now,” he purred as a single finger trailed lightly down her shoulder to her breast. He paused to circle her diamond-hard nipple, drawing a ragged groan from her lips as she licked them to ease the sudden dryness.
“So soft and yet so hard,” he whispered. He bent low to drop small kisses against her shoulder, his tongue easing out to lazily devour her flesh. The salty-sweet taste made his body clench. He closed his eyes and savored her unique flavor.
“Please,” she whimpered as she felt another warm gush of liquid delight drench his shorts. “I need…“
“Poor baby,” he whispered. His lips trailed downward, lapping at her skin. “Want me to check it for you?”
“Yes, please,” she responded. Her head dropped back, hair spilling across her back and draping over the arm he raised to support her.
“Soon,” he responded. His head dropped lower, so his tongue could slowly encircle her nipple; relish the feel of its peak against his tongue.
She whimpered and suddenly her hands were in his hair, pulling him lower, trying to force him to take that hard treat into his mouth.
But he resisted. “You are asking for it,” he said quietly as he felt a tingling begin to take hold of his body. He felt the tip of his cock begin to leak with his juices, before he again clamped an iron grip on his control.
“Yes!” she nearly cried as his tongue licked back and forward across her neck, any modesty wiped away by the force he was building inside of her with a slight touch and a few words.
Then suddenly, his hands spread her thighs further so they draped outside his own thighs. His finger grazed the sensitive skin of her upper thigh, teasing, running through the clear proof of her want, her need.
“You are so ready for me,” he purred as he took her nipple gently between his teeth, his tongue flicking out at the tight bud.
“Yes!” she sobbed. She wanted to clamp her thighs together, to try and trap his hand force him into her wet heat.
With a chuckle he complied and buried his long digits into her creamy flesh.
“Oh!” she shuddered as she felt his strong fingers brush lightly over her flesh, parting her curls and seeking her tightly drawn clit. “Yes, please.”
He was amazed at the wetness he felt, at the drawing heat! She was an inferno and the mere thought of sinking his cock into her raging fire brought a moan to his lips. Her soft hair parted to reveal the swollen nubbin of her desire, the seat of her passion, and he relished the scream erupting from her throat.
But he pulled back. “Not yet, my dear. You need to take your punishment like a big girl before you can take your pleasure.”
Swiftly, just as his words registered, she was flipped over onto her stomach, her abdomen resting again the wet spot she put on his shorts. Her hair dropped to the floor, obscuring her view while her bottom lifted invitingly.
With one hand resting against the small of her back, his other caressed the rounded globes of her flesh, warming them, preparing them for the treatment she desired and he longed to give.
She whimpered in sexual fear and longing as she felt his hard hands moving over her soft flesh. His thigh muscles clenched as he moved, teasing her mound, making her wiggle closer to his masculine hardness as she struggled to part the hair obscuring her eyes.
“You are such a bad girl,” he teased. He smoothed her skin and admired the perfect shape of her bottom.
He fought to control his tremors as his mind began to melt down. He had the perfect woman, his perfect woman, spread out across his lap like some sensual blanket, waiting for the heat his hands would deliver. His hard-on raged against his shorts, begging to be set free, but he had to finish what he had startled. He glanced down at her wiggling flesh and closed his eyes for a moment. His dream was about to become reality.
“Are you ready?” he whispered as he pulled his hand back to deliver the first stinging blow.
She whimpered and stiffened a moment before his hand fell with a satisfying thwack.
“Oh!” she cried, her body arching into the slight pain. She wiggled her bottom enticingly for more.
He shuddered as he looked down to where his hand rested. Her flesh began to glow a slight shade of pink where his hand had landed, adding a rosy color to her upturned cheeks.
He raised his hand again and let it fall, his blood rushing as fingers connected with her jiggling flesh.
“Yes… Oh, please,” she whimpered as she rose up to meet his next blow.
“Bad girl,” he growled, lust making his voice deep and tight. “Enjoying your punishment.”
He raised his hand and let it fall again,
relishing the heat that began to rise from her ass, the little squeals she made as his hand landed, the sensual wiggle of her bare body against his lap.
Again and again his hand dropped, turning her ass into a rose-colored pillow, making her juices run, her voice whimper with passion.
He felt the fire in his blood center in his cock, tingling his balls, as she squealed and begged for more. He began to sweat, a light sheen making his body glow as her body arched for his every touch.
Then, just as suddenly, he lifted her, righting her on his lap. One arm went immediately around her back to support her while he forced her thighs open with his other hand.
“Are you ready now?’ he growled, his palms shaking as he teased her inner thighs. “Are you ready for me?”
“Yes!” she hissed. She blinked back tears of painful desire from her face. She wanted him to ease the heat, to pound her flesh, to take her tripping beyond the light fantastic! Almost frantically, she pulled at his hair, forcing his face close, coating his skin with kisses and licks. She was going up in flames, but oh, what a lovely way to burn!
“Not yet,” he teased. He stood on his feet, turned, and dumped her on the bed. “Not until I have a little taste.”
Instantly her hands went to her breasts, offering them up for his greedy mouth, but he shook his head.
“Too common. Offer me something to quench my thirst.”
Slowly she parted her thighs, looking up at him from a tangled mass of hair.
“More,” he panted as his hands went to the waistband of his shorts, loosening it, making her eyes follow as he slowly caressed the bulge that stood out in front.
Whimpering, she parted her legs further, her hands tugging at her nipples, her face flushed in lust.
“Now show me. Where would you like your first kiss?”
She exploded. She threw back her head, and with a primal scream, erupted into streaming convulsions of pleasure. Her thighs shot out wide and her head arched back on the bed, exposing the long length of her neck. Tremors began to shake her body.
“Damn, I’m good,” he purred as he watched her twitch and writhe on the bed.
Unable to help himself, he stepped back and dropped his shorts to his ankles and easily stepped out of them as he moved closer to the bed. His eyes almost teared as he watched the erotic creature who lay before him, a feast for his very senses.
Her breathing began to slow as he placed his knees on the bed, the small dip in the mattress from his weight shifting her body a little.
“Where?” he asked, knowing this was a critical time for her. If he could hit all the right buttons, he could possibly make her blow off again even before he slammed his full length into her hungry little slit.
“Here,” she managed to gasp, still under the divine pressure of her first climax. If his expression was any indication, it was the first of many to come.
With trembling hands, she reached down, moaning as her fingers caressed the flesh of her stomach, trailing gently down her navel, her red nails contrasting sharply with her tanned skin, to brush the mound of her feminine shield.
“Yes, baby,” he purred. “Show me!”
With a small scream, her fingers delved below, parting her slick swollen lips to expose her throbbing clitoris, exposing it for the desired stimulation.
“There?” he asked. He ran one finger lightly over her moist flesh.
“Yes!” she sobbed as her body arched into his touch.
“So pretty,” he moaned. He began gentle exploration. “So damn pretty.”
She groaned and tossed her head back, her lashes covering the glittering green orbs of her eyes as her body responded to his masterful touch. She was his to do with as he willed; she was his plaything, and she was loving every minute of his dominance.
“I want to taste,” he purred as he brought his fingers, glistening with her dew, to his lips and slowly lapped her essence.
She quivered, her fingers still holding herself open to his gaze, but pressing inward, giving her a feeling of fullness, making the anticipation of the real thing all the more intense.
“None of that” he urged. He pulled her fingers back and lifted them towards his face. She grunted as he sucked those digits into the deep cavern of his mouth, savoring her flavor straight from her fingers. “You taste like a woman should, hot and musky, and sweet.”
His words caused another liquid gush of pleasure to rush from her body, dampening the sheets beneath her.
With a grin, he dropped his head, blowing cool air across her exposed skin. His tongue lapped at the fluid dribbling from her opening.
“Hot and fresh,” he breathed as his tongue made forays across her delicate skin.
She moaned and her hips arched into his mouth, waiting for a deeper pleasure, a more forceful kiss. And he did not wait too long to deliver!
Growling his pleasure, he pushed his face in close to her, butting his nose into her wet fur, his mouth sucking at her swollen lips.
“Yes,” she moaned. Her hands dropped down to pull at his hair, caressing his scalp and urging him closer to her dew-drenched pussy.
He was happy to oblige. With loud slurps and grunts, he began to feast in earnest, her small cries driving him onward in her quest for oral delight. His face was coated with her essence, his nose filled with the smell of her, yet he wanted more!
Easing one caressing hand away from her thigh, he lightly massaged the line of her bottom, before plunging his finger in her receptive heat, searching for that inner button that would drive her wild!
She screamed and arched as if struck by lightning, then cried out again as his suckling lips latched onto her clit.
She closed her eyes, unable to keep them open in the face of his mastery of her body! She felt her walls clamp down on his finger as she tossed her head from side to side. Soon, one finger was joined by another, and then another, until she felt stretched, but not full.
He began a curious tapping, a searing caress right at her inner spot, and she felt herself being swallowed by the flames.
“Yeah!” he said as he felt her climax explode, felt her muscles drag at his finger greedily, felt her body tumble in delight.
Quickly, he slid his fingers out of her, absently sucking them between his lips as he watched her body quake and her eyelids flutter.
“Please?” she begged, forcing her eyes open, still feeling a need clawing at her. “Now!”
Without warning, he slammed his full length into her willing body, stretching the thin membranes of her walls, striking lightning with his hard stroke!
A primal sound of ecstasy exploded from her throat, her hips lurched up to meet his thrusts, her arms went around his shoulders to pull him closer.
“Abner!” she yelled, hard, hot lightning filling her body.
He sighed as he felt himself sink into her molten heat! It was better than any fantasy he had ever imagined. Her hot little body pressed up against his, begging for his hardness, for his command. He dropped his elbows beside her head, gripping a fistful of her hair and pulling her eyes to meet his.
“Who am I?” he growled as he held still, forcing her body to lay quiet under his.
“Abner,” she gasped, tears rolling down her face as she arched her back to rub her hard nipples against the firmness of his chest.
He could feel her inner walls, slick and hot quivering around him, milking his cock, trying to force a reaction, but there was only one person in control here now.
“Who am I?” he asked again as he pushed deeper to the hilt inside her, and flexed.
“Oh, God!” she groaned, shaking in his grasp, her tongue licking at her dry lips.
“Not that good, baby,” he replied. “Now tell me who I am! Tell me!”
“My…my…my Master!” she finally screamed, her sweat-sheened body begging for release, her eyes pleading for him to…move!
“Yes!” she shrilled as he pulled slowly back so that only his bulbous head remained inside her, taunting her for a moment, then qu
ickly slammed home. “Abner!”
It was a masculine ravishing, a dominating force sweeping through her body, turning her defenses into mush and making her heart sing with joy.
He closed his eyes and pressed his tongue to the roof of his mouth, fighting to maintain control.
Her hot body quivered with each thrust, small screaming sounds exploded from her throat every time he bottomed out. His body felt like it was encased in a velvet vise of molten steel! He was losing himself in the pleasure, losing himself in the sensation of falling within her. She arched up, meeting each of his thrusts with a hunger he had not known existed. And like him, she wanted more.
Releasing her hair, he reached back and brought her legs around his waist, making the fit even tighter, leaving not an inch of space between the two of them.
“Take it!” he cried as he tightened his stomach and slammed into her with all the pressure he could muster. He groaned at the sight of his hardness breaching her, parting her, filling her. “You want it, take it!”
“Yes!” she screamed as she dug her nails into his ass, leaving small crescents where she broke the skin. “Give it to me!”
He grunted in both pain and pleasure as the fiery marks filled his mind with white-hot heat, making his body twitch and burn.
“Yes!” he answered, shifting his movements so his hard cock caressed her internal spot that made her jump and cry. “Give it to me!”
She whimpered, her head slammed backwards, her thighs clamped tightly around his waist as she felt the explosion approaching.
“I’m going to…“
“Come!” He cried it, but she did it!
“Yes!” she screamed as she felt inner convulsions ripping through her body, clamping around his hard flesh. Waves of fiery release circling from where they joined to encompass her whole body, stealing her breath, quickening her heart.
“Feels so good!” he grunted as he felt her body milking the first spurts of his release from his cock. “So damn good!”
He felt his balls tighten and pull up closer to his body, his throbbing cock vibrate and quiver with his climax. He dropped his chest and buried his face in her neck as the first explosion began to rocket through his body.
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