False Pretenses by Cara Bristol Page A

and took him deeper. The base of his cock contracted, signaling an imminent orgasm, and he dug the pads of his fingers into her scalp to stave it off, but it was no use. He thrust his hips, pounding into her tight, receptive mouth.
    His body stiffened, and he came, ejaculating down Emma's throat. She moaned as if his pleasure brought her great satisfaction, and the intensity of his climax shot off the scale. Dan groaned, hanging on to Emma as ecstasy racked his body.
    When the shudders stopped, he yanked her into his embrace. He kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. He tasted his cum and traces of her arousal, which made him hunger for more. Spanking could wait.
    He dipped his head to draw on a nipple that had teased him and tugged on the other. Emma jerked and whimpered. “Sorry,” he muttered and eased the suction.
    "No, don't stop. I like it. Harder, even.” She arched and pressed her breast into his mouth. He sucked the way he wanted to then, as if he could pull the strength from her to get his aching desire until control. The BJ had done little more than file the edge off his appetite.
    Dan lowered them both to the floor and stretched onto his back. Curving an arm around her hip, he tugged her toward his waiting mouth. “Sit on my face,” he said, but she'd gotten the idea already and straddled him.
    He splayed his hands over her luscious ass and eased her into position over his mouth. “Ah, Emma.” He groaned at the sight of her wetness, her neatly trimmed curls, the folds that hid greater delights. Her musk filled his nostrils, and his cock, growing hard again, throbbed. He rubbed his mouth over her sex, smearing his lower face with her cream, marking himself.
    Emma twitched, then giggled. “Your face—your beard—it tingles. Do that again."
    "This?” Dan moved his lower jaw in a slow circle over her folds, catching the hood of her clit.
    "Oh, yes,” she moaned.
    "How about this?” With one hand, he spread her open and flicked his tongue over the sensitive, engorged nub, then sucked it gently. Emma mewled. With his free hand, he reached up to pinch the tip of a breast.
    He played with her nipple as he nibbled on her pussy lips, tugged on her with his teeth, and swirled his tongue in her moist center, but never abandoned her clit for long. Using broad strokes, then fluttering ones, he brought her to orgasm almost as quickly as she had done for him.
    He grabbed her ass and squeezed hard as she shuddered and ground her pussy against his face. She pressed her lips together and gritted her teeth to muffle a wail. Dan grinned. She couldn't hold off under his assault—no way. She'd scream before the night ended. He had money on it.
    Like a partially deflated blow-up toy, Emma slumped, breathing raggedly. She moved to get off him, but Dan held her fast and pressed lazy, soft kisses to her pussy.
    He flicked his tongue over her clit, and she arched. “You keep doing that, and you're going to get me all worked up again."
    "That's the plan. I'm not done with you yet.” His cock had grown fully rigid, but the hard lump of the paddle wedged in his back pocket reminded him of the fun and games to come.
    Dan slapped Emma's buttock. He wasn't positioned to get a good swing, but she squealed, and the combined sound of the crack of his hand and her gasp sent a spike of lust shooting through him.
    Game on. “You thought you could distract me from punishing you, didn't you?” Dan employed his sternest tone. He'd actually gotten a little concerned when Emma had confessed she'd run a red light. Endangering her safety like that was exactly the sort of behavior that would have earned her a spanking for real if they had a domestic discipline relationship like the other couples in Rod and Cane. But he'd deal with that another day. He eased Emma off him and rose to his feet. She looked so adorable, her flushed skin glowing, her eyes lit by desire, her swollen nipples begging for attention. How had he gotten so lucky