Base Nature by Sommer Marsden Page A

a r o u nd the lip o f the c o u nt e r and h e r l e gs s h oo k a nd th e n he st o pp ed .
    “Wha—” S he was bre athing ha r d and n o w c o nf u si o n fill e d h e r mind like m udd y wa ter .
    “S u ch a b ad gi r l. T ime f o r a l e s s o n f r o m the man- be ast,” he ch u ckl ed .
    L iv wait e d to f ee l f e ar o r e v e n anxi e ty. A l e s s o n c o u ld b e ha r sh o r b a d . No f e ar cam e . N o w o rr y. A f r azzl e d k i nd o f e xcit e m e nt was what she f e lt. “ O h,” s he bre ath e d .
    “Y e ah, o h .” With e ase he h e ft e d h er . He g r a bbe d a spat u la f r o m a s u nf l o w e r patt er n e d pitch e r a nd p l o pp e d i nto a b ig la dder - b ack chair with h e r dr ap e d o v e r h e r lap.
    “ G a rre t t ! ” she g asp ed , s ee ing what w a s c o ming n o w.
    “ F ive swa t s f o r be ing s u ch a b ad gi r l.” He d id wink at h e r and that tam e d the small fl u tt e r o f u nc er tainty in h e r bre ast. “ O n e ,” he sai d , smack i ng the flat o f the white spat u la so that s he y e lp ed . T he sting b l e n d e d i nto a pl e as ur a b l e h o t p u lse in h e r skin. H e r c u nt e ch o e d the p u lse and she n o tic e d f o r the fi r st time the ha r d p re ss o f his c o ck against h e r be lly. L iv wiggl e d and he la u gh ed . “ B a d , b a d , b a d . N o w a n o th er .” He whack e d h e r ag a in and h e r p u ssy g re w ta u t. S he f e lt so sw o ll e n. So h o t. So re a d y, she want e d t o sc re am. She want e d t o w i ggle b ack and s u ck his c o ck. She w a nt e d to climb
     

    o n t o h i s lap and sli d e d o wn his ha r d c o ck, r i d e him u ntil she cam e . U ntil he cam e , h i s t ee th o n h e r s h o u l der . I nst e ad s he br a c e d f o r th re e and bu ck e d u n de r the sma r t, stingi n g swa t .
    “ P l e as e , pl e as e , pl e as e . I n eed —” L iv s t o pp ed .
    “What d o y o u n eed ?” He d i d n ’ t de liv e r f o ur . I nst e ad he pa r t e d h e r thighs wi d e and she f e lt the c oo l, plastic e nd o f the spat u la ru n a f a st ci r cle a r o u nd h e r clit and u p h e r slit. H e r h e ad f e ll d o wn, h e r f o re h e ad b ang e d his l e g.
    “ O h G o d .”
    “What d o y o u n eed ?” G a rre tt slipp e d the han d le i nsi d e h e r j u st a b it. S l o w, c o o l slips into h er , h alting dr ags o u t o f h er . He p r o p e ll e d the han d le u p and into h e r with a g e ntle m o t i o n and as s he r ais e d h e r h e ad to sp e ak, she f e lt the b iting s t ing o f a b l o w f r o m his palm.
    “ M ake me c o m e . I n ee d t o c o m e .” S he said it as h o n e stly as she c o u l d . H e r h e ad t o ss e d b ack, wa t ching him o v e r h e r sh o u l de r a s he cl e nch e d h is jaw. His e y e s o n h er . T he flick e r o f w e akn e ss wh e n she w r iggl e d j u st so a nd rubb e d his c o ck with h e r be lly. T o make h e r p o int s he sai d , “ F o ur .” L iv dr o pp e d h e r h e ad and wa t ch e d h e r hair bru sh the f l oo r .
    “ O ne m o re ,” he s ai d , h urr ying his th ru sts with the t oo l. Pu shing a gainst that sw ee t sp o t in s i d e h e r his f i ng er s had al re a d y f o u n d . “ O ne m o r e f r o m the man- be ast.”
    “Y e s,” she whisp ered . A nd he s mack e d h e r ha rde r th a n e v e r e v e n as he o b vi o u s l y tam e d his o wn st re ngth. L iv l e t the o r g a sm take h e r u n der . W e t a nd fast and o v er wh e lming like a sw e ll o f wa ter . She f e ll in t o it and l e t go o f h er s e lf, s o bb ing o n his lap, m o ving as she cam e . T he f ee l o f his ere cti o n p re ss e d t o h e r mi dd l e . T he e vi de nce o f his want o f h er .
    “I want e d y o u t o f u ck m e .” “ N o p r o t e cti o n.”
    “ Bu t y o u …” She w a s still b alanc e d o n h i s lap as he r an h i s palms o v e r the wa r m skin o f h e r ass. S he f e lt e ach h e a r t be a t in the plac e s wh er e his