Erotica- Forever His/ Spanking by Skylar Faye Page A

crookedly. “Do you always go around here naked? Not that I’m complaining.”
    His dick hardened even more. “Skinny dipping.” He nodded behind him. “In the pond.”
    “I don’t see any water dripping on you.”
    Frustration in so many ways filled him. Again he had to fight down his wolf’s need to force her to all fours and take her like the beast he was. He clenched his hands at his sides as he stopped in front of her. “I dried off in the breeze.”
    Her eyes had darkened and her nipples thrust out beneath the shirt. He badly wanted to rip the shirt from her and latch onto those nipples with his teeth, one at a time. She must have sensed at least some of his thoughts because she drew in a shuddery breath. “Seth.”
    His name sounded like a plea. She desired him maybe as much as he did her. “We shouldn’t…”
    “We should.” She started unbuttoning her shirt. “We can talk later. We both need this.”
    Understatement. He needed to be deep inside her warm body more than anything. “Here. Now.”
    She didn’t even hesitate, just pulled off her shirt, then her bra. When she would have tugged off her boots in preparation for removing her jeans, he shook his head. He took her hand and led her to the porch. “Drop your jeans, panties, too.” His voice was gruff, thick with desperation. “Kneel here.”
    Again, she didn’t hesitate, simply lowered her clothing. Then she turned from him and put her knees on the second step and bent over, her hands flattening on the porch. “Like this?”
    Seth swallowed hard and stared at that creamy ass. “I will try to be careful, as gentle as I can be.” But he wasn’t sure he could do either one. His desire was too great.
    She looked at him beyond the long braid draping over her shoulder. “It’s okay, Seth. You can let your animal out.”
    Confused, but not wanting to take the time to analyze what she’d said, he gripped her hip with one hand and guided his dick to her channel. She was moist, dripping for him, more than ready. He drove deep in one long thrust and forced a groan from her. He held still for a second to let her adjust to him, but she shoved back against him.
    “Please, Seth. I need you.”
    He didn’t mean to, but he couldn’t seem to restrain himself. He thrust into her over and over again, panting, grunting. Part of him knew he should ease up, but he couldn’t. Nor did she ask him to. She met each of his drives and cried out her pleasure. Her cries were so sweet to hear, urging him to give completely in to his desires.
    All too quickly he filled her with his release. He held himself, hands braced on the step, so that he wouldn’t collapse and crush her. She shivered beneath him, sighing in contentment. He found the strength to pull out of her and then eased back until he stood. She didn’t move, didn’t speak.
    “You know I’m going to spank you.” It wasn’t a question; it was a statement of fact. “You disobeyed me. You knew there would be a penalty to pay for that.”
    “Yes.” She craned her head to look at him. “That’s why I’m still in this position. I figured this would work.”
    He’d intended to pull her over his lap, but changed his mind and moved to her side. “Reckon you’re right.”
    She continued to look at him. “Do what you believe is needed.” She lowered her head. “When you’re satisfied I’ve paid for my disobedience, then we can talk.”
    He almost changed his mind, but his frustration had resurfaced and she had acknowledged that she understood she would face consequences when she’d decided to come here. His hand smacked against her butt before he’d even realized what he was doing. It landed hard, hard enough that he saw his handprint on her creamy skin.
    “I’m not sorry, just so you know.” She put her head to the porch. “Do it. Spank me. But I’m not sorry for coming here.”
    “You will be, I can promise you that.” Her words were like a challenge, which he accepted. He delivered