have an awesome ass.”
“No way!” Sara shrieked without a moment’s hesitation, and
cried out at the rapid-fire smacks her bottom immediately received as warning.
For good measure, he landed a few deliberate smacks on the tender skin of her
inner thighs too, making her gasp and squeal loudly.
“Say it.” Ethan’s nimble fingers danced between the crease
of her buttocks between each swat, making her head swim and abdomen clench with
need. She could feel herself starting to drip copious amounts of honey down
each thigh…
The slight sting of his wide, flat hand as it made repeated
contact with her soft bottom was at first mortifying, and then strangely
arousing and after a few minutes, Sara found herself quaking with unspent need
and sobbing into her bedspread as her hips lifted her bottom in anticipation of
each stroke, each one accompanied by Ethan’s low demand that she acknowledge
the truth, that she was beautiful in his eyes—and that her ass was awesome.
Shit! She was kinky, and she’d never even known it!
“ Ethan ,” she keened, hoarse with longing. “I can’t
take any more. My arms… I need to touch you.” Her tethered arms were beginning
to ache and she longed to feel his smooth, burnished skin under her palms, to
stroke the firm planes of his chest and abdomen. But most of all she wanted a
chance to taste and tease his thick cock again, to drive him so far over the
bend as he was doing to her.
He was breathing hard as he leaned low to whisper in her
ear. “All you have to do is tell me the truth, baby.”
“I have,” Sara began in a halting voice, half-muffled by
bedspread, “an awesome …ass.”
Instantly, the steady swats ceased. Needy from head to toe
and roused to the point of incoherence, Sara could only mewl and pump the air
hungrily with her hips, so turned-on that she no longer cared what she might
look like from his vantage point.
His thick arms wound around her again and lifted her warm,
reddened backside against his steely veined cock, the voluptuous curves naturally
finding their niche against his hard and heavy groin. She arched back even as
her arms remained immobile against her sides, driving the cleft of her ass
harder against his dick as one big hand pressed against her rounded belly to
hold her snug against him and the other palmed her bountiful, quivering
breasts. His hot breath scorched her ear as he tenderly bit the side of her
neck, and she gasped for breath.
“So fucking beautiful,” he muttered against her shoulder.
“And all mine.” He stroked the globes of her breasts and carefully pinched and
tugged on the dark velvety tips, and grunted in satisfaction at the broken
cries of pleasure that tumbled from her lips. “Who do these belong to, baby?”
he demanded, his voice raspy and dark with need.
Sara could only shake her head against the urge to crow that
she was his, unable to take the final plunge and admit her need for him. It was
too much, too intense, she would be completely undone if he had his way…
Ethan’s clever, kneading hands became more insistent,
continuing to manipulate her pebble-hard nipples as two long, thick fingers on
his other hand stroked the sensitive cleft between her legs and slid deep
inside her hot, soaked snatch. She let loose with a broken wail, tossing her
head back against him, wanting more than anything to claw at his arm and ride
his thick fingers harder, faster, into oblivion.
“Say it. I know you feel it too, baby. Don’t be afraid, let
it go.” He added another finger, pressing harder against the swollen,
sensitized tissues in an intimate massage with each pass, enjoying the feel of
her rapid pulse from deep within her.
Sara’s thighs trembled, splayed in a wide vee as she cried
out again in agonized pleasure, arching and thrashing back against his massive
frame. “Tell me,” he demanded through clenched teeth, rubbing her distended
clit with his thumb in a sultry, ceaseless rhythm. “Just tell me who you
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