what, Sam?’ His voice is thicker, rougher, sexier. My juices flow. My butt’s in the air, my legs apart, he’s watching. He can probably see me getting wetter as he questions and waits. It turns me on even more. Shit. I can hardly breathe.
‘Yes, I deserve to be smacked.’ That is so not my voice. It’s high pitched, breathy and almost a whisper. I’m no meek girl.
The air stirs, presses against my butt and then his palm connects. A sharp sting burns across my buttock, heat flares in the centre and spreads outwards. Before I can process the pain, the hurt, he’s slapped the other cheek. Feelings flood. Sting. Pain. Burn. Tingling heat. Deepening desire. Flooding cunt. Clenched clit.
‘Fuck, Cooper.’ There’s that meek breathy girl again.
His hand strokes from the tail of my spine upwards. ‘Do you deserve more, Sammy?’ His lips brush against the dip beneath my ear. His fingers curl through my hair, twisting it and lifting it from my neck. His tongue, wet and hot, slides across my nape. ‘Would you like me to spank you again?’
Would I? I’m torn. I want…what the hell do I want?
He rubs against me, his hard cock slides across my smarting skin.
‘Yes, please.’ It’s that breathy girl again and I’m surprised that I agree with her. I want to feel the sting of his flesh on me. And then I want him to fuck me hard. The breathy girl vanishes when he bites my neck. ‘After you punish me, you can reward yourself by plunging in and fucking me hard.’ That sounds more like me, sure and cocky.
Cooper laughs a deep rumble in his chest. ‘Can I just?’
He lifts from me, no longer connected. And this is what kills me. How do I know when he’ll touch me? How do I know how much force he’ll use? How do I know when to move to avoid it? Do I want to avoid it? Hell, this spanking has my brain confused. I want it, I don’t. I trust him, I don’t. I want it to hurt, I don’t.
His palm cracks against my buttock loudly and flooding shame, joy, relief, horror, hurt and pleasure fills me. ‘Argh!’ It’s everything I love and everything I hate.
His palm cracks against me again. ‘Fuck!’ Sharp, stinging, cracking. Setting my flesh on fire. The heat spreads, turns to pleasure. My cunt oozes, clenching in spasms.
His hands grasp my hips and with one hard thrust he fills me. We both emit a sound of part sigh, part burst of happiness. He holds still a few moments. Seconds where pleasure rockets through me.
He pulls back then impales me in one long deep thrust. I arch and push against him. Being filled is incredible but it’s the marks on my buttocks that hold my attention. The stinging has moved to a deeper, dull throb that’s filling my body. A beat I can’t ignore. My hips roll and Cooper takes up the movement. His huge hands hold and direct as I move with him. His cock thrusts, his balls slapping lightly against my clit and pushing the air to move against it. Everything’s screaming for release. Now.
My hand slips down my body so I can stroke my clit. The first touch has me jolt and Cooper nips against my shoulder blade.
‘Yes, Sam. Make yourself come.’
Circling and flicking my clit, to my rhythm, while Cooper thrusts into me, is exhilarating. Every fibre of my being is caught in this push to orgasm. I rub gently and then harder, circling, stroking, flicking. Cooper’s mouth on my back, lips kissing, tongue lapping, teeth nipping. His cock thrusting harder and faster.
With a squeeze of my clit between thumb and forefinger, I buck. Copper bites on the soft flesh between neck and shoulder and I scream. Pushing back against him, I convulse on orgasm. It fills my body. On and on. My finger keeps it going far past the usual release. My orgasm pulses; waves of pleasure, intense and dull, intense and dull, burst through me.
And then Cooper’s cock pumps hard inside. And my orgasm flares. The intensity swamping me. Flooding me. I bite the bed sheets, clenching my jaw as wave after wave of heat
‘Yes, I deserve to be smacked.’ That is so not my voice. It’s high pitched, breathy and almost a whisper. I’m no meek girl.
The air stirs, presses against my butt and then his palm connects. A sharp sting burns across my buttock, heat flares in the centre and spreads outwards. Before I can process the pain, the hurt, he’s slapped the other cheek. Feelings flood. Sting. Pain. Burn. Tingling heat. Deepening desire. Flooding cunt. Clenched clit.
‘Fuck, Cooper.’ There’s that meek breathy girl again.
His hand strokes from the tail of my spine upwards. ‘Do you deserve more, Sammy?’ His lips brush against the dip beneath my ear. His fingers curl through my hair, twisting it and lifting it from my neck. His tongue, wet and hot, slides across my nape. ‘Would you like me to spank you again?’
Would I? I’m torn. I want…what the hell do I want?
He rubs against me, his hard cock slides across my smarting skin.
‘Yes, please.’ It’s that breathy girl again and I’m surprised that I agree with her. I want to feel the sting of his flesh on me. And then I want him to fuck me hard. The breathy girl vanishes when he bites my neck. ‘After you punish me, you can reward yourself by plunging in and fucking me hard.’ That sounds more like me, sure and cocky.
Cooper laughs a deep rumble in his chest. ‘Can I just?’
He lifts from me, no longer connected. And this is what kills me. How do I know when he’ll touch me? How do I know how much force he’ll use? How do I know when to move to avoid it? Do I want to avoid it? Hell, this spanking has my brain confused. I want it, I don’t. I trust him, I don’t. I want it to hurt, I don’t.
His palm cracks against my buttock loudly and flooding shame, joy, relief, horror, hurt and pleasure fills me. ‘Argh!’ It’s everything I love and everything I hate.
His palm cracks against me again. ‘Fuck!’ Sharp, stinging, cracking. Setting my flesh on fire. The heat spreads, turns to pleasure. My cunt oozes, clenching in spasms.
His hands grasp my hips and with one hard thrust he fills me. We both emit a sound of part sigh, part burst of happiness. He holds still a few moments. Seconds where pleasure rockets through me.
He pulls back then impales me in one long deep thrust. I arch and push against him. Being filled is incredible but it’s the marks on my buttocks that hold my attention. The stinging has moved to a deeper, dull throb that’s filling my body. A beat I can’t ignore. My hips roll and Cooper takes up the movement. His huge hands hold and direct as I move with him. His cock thrusts, his balls slapping lightly against my clit and pushing the air to move against it. Everything’s screaming for release. Now.
My hand slips down my body so I can stroke my clit. The first touch has me jolt and Cooper nips against my shoulder blade.
‘Yes, Sam. Make yourself come.’
Circling and flicking my clit, to my rhythm, while Cooper thrusts into me, is exhilarating. Every fibre of my being is caught in this push to orgasm. I rub gently and then harder, circling, stroking, flicking. Cooper’s mouth on my back, lips kissing, tongue lapping, teeth nipping. His cock thrusting harder and faster.
With a squeeze of my clit between thumb and forefinger, I buck. Copper bites on the soft flesh between neck and shoulder and I scream. Pushing back against him, I convulse on orgasm. It fills my body. On and on. My finger keeps it going far past the usual release. My orgasm pulses; waves of pleasure, intense and dull, intense and dull, burst through me.
And then Cooper’s cock pumps hard inside. And my orgasm flares. The intensity swamping me. Flooding me. I bite the bed sheets, clenching my jaw as wave after wave of heat
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