Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 93713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
I paused between each blow, giving Avery a chance to adjust and also an opportunity to grind hard against my thigh. He was as hard as I’d ever felt, rutting against me shamelessly even as he complained and cursed. He leaked enough precome to make both the panties and my pant leg damp, and judging by his gasps and shudders, he was close to either crying or coming. Quite possibly both.
“Seven.” I’d alternated where the spanks landed, and that one I aimed right at the top of his thighs again, enough force to make it sting and make him buck.
“Ungh.” He trembled, back muscles flexing, his gorgeous strength on full display, all yielding to me. “Can’t take any more.”
“Red?” I asked, petting his back and pitching my voice more soothing as he humped my leg more urgently. I didn’t think he wanted to tap out but rather wanted that push to keep going, but I needed to check in with him. “You can use your word, but I think you can take three more. I think you’re strong enough, baby. For me? Just the last three?”
“Three more,” he gritted out. Moisture dotted his eyelashes, more escaping with each of the next two swats. His moans had transformed from playful to protest to pained to something deeper, more primal, voice dropping, gasps becoming more uneven. Then I put my full power into the final spank.
“Oh fuck.” He almost bucked his way off my lap, arching like he’d been tased, heat and wetness blooming against my thigh as he came. And I damn near joined him, needing to clench my jaw and shake out my stinging hand to distract me.
“You made quite the mess, baby.” I stroked his shaking back and shoulders. Brushed away his tears too. Avery trusting me enough to let me see that emotion was almost as powerful a high as him letting me spank him.
“Sorry.” His voice was breathless, but there was a shame there that I needed to erase.
“No sorry. That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen, and you don’t get to apologize unless you’re angling for more spanking.”
“Still want to get fucked.” He twisted around on my lap, and I let him stand and shed his panties, using his discarded towel to scrub his stomach.
“Mm-hmm.” Fuck, even watching him clean up did it for me, knowing I’d spanked the come out of him. I’d given him exactly what he needed, and I soared on that energy as I pulled off my pants and boxers. “Teeth rattling. Believe that’s what you ordered.”
“Yes.” He scrambled back onto my lap, straddling me this time, hand on my neck, pulling me in for a scorching kiss.
“Your sore butt gonna let you hold that position?” I stroked his heated ass for emphasis.
“I feel it every time I move.” He pushed back against my hand. “Love it, like you’re owning me with every wiggle.”
“I am. You’re mine.” I met him blistering kiss for blistering kiss, delving deep into his mouth, loving how needy he still was, how he clung to me and moaned. “And you did good. Took your punishment so well for me.”
“Now I deserve a reward.”
“You’re rather cheeky for someone who just got spanked. You need another reminder who’s in charge?”
“You are.” He sounded blissfully happy with that fact. “Please fuck me. I need it. Please.”
“So polite.” I grabbed the lube off the nightstand, slicked my fingers. “I’ve got you.”
“Oh.” He inhaled sharply as I gently circled his rim with my index finger.
“Too sensitive?”
“More,” he demanded, which didn’t answer my question, but he ground down on my lap, chasing more contact. “Love it. Sore ass. Tingling nerves. Pain but good, good but pain, back and forth.”
For myself, the sensitivity of a recent orgasm would be enough to discourage me from a too-quick round two, but Avery did appear to love what I was doing as I fingered him open with one hand while using the other to massage his abused ass. I could feel the heat from the spanking and drank down his every gasp and moan.
“Yeah, fuck me.” He rocked down to meet my fingers, taking two easily, eyes tightly closed, mouth slack.
“Look at me.” I fumbled for the condom, releasing him long enough to get it on and slick up my cock. “Want to see your eyes when I’m inside of you.”
“Yes.” He drew the word out like a prayer as he lowered himself onto my cock. Triceps extensions. Leg curls. Crunches. I counted off every exercise I could think of as his tight heat swallowed me. His eyes were so open and intense, pupils blown, almost more emotions than I could handle, all there for me to see.
“Oh. That.” He groaned, and I did too. The sexiness of the moment when resistance became acceptance, when I could go from tentative pushes to long slides, never failed to get me going, and the sounds Avery made only edged me closer. “Fuck. Feels like you’re spanking me all over again.”