“Your mouth is destructive,” he whispered before allowing his tongue to dip out and probe at the shallow indention of her navel as she struggled out of her sneakers. Then he was pushing her jeans to her ankles, lifting her feet free and opening his eyes to stare up at her.
“You were a very naughty little girl,” he drawled as his hand stroked up her leg to curl around the curve of a buttock. “Do you know what naughty little girls get?”
Her eyes darkened further, almost black now as he caressed her ass.
She shook her head sharply, her lips parted as she fought to draw in air. She looked dazed, almost uncomprehending as he licked at the damp, rounded flesh of her belly.
“They get spanked,” he whispered then, watching her eyes, her expression.
Curiosity and trepidation filled both.
God, he couldn’t believe how innocent she was, so sweetly untried that it would be the same as taking a virgin. Something he had never dreamed would turn him on until now.
He rose slowly to his feet, pulling her to the bed and sitting down as he stared back at her.
“I’m going to spank you,” he told her, relishing the very idea of it. “I’m going to make your ass and your pu**y burn so bright you’re going to scream for me to take you. To f**k you until you can’t breathe for coming.”
“I will now,” she gasped, her engorged, hard-tipped br**sts rising and falling sharply.
His c**k jerked at her rough declaration.
He glanced at the crotch of her panties. A silky thong that left her ass bare and clearly showed the dampness seeping from her pu**y. He was going to bury his mouth there and see if it was possible to lick her dry. His mouth watered at the thought.
“You will anyway.” He pulled her to him, drawing her down across his knees as she shuddered, the soft curves of her ass clenching.
Stretched over his lap, her head hanging down, her feet lifted from the ground, his hand smoothed over the soft, creamy perfection of her ass. He lifted the little band of fabric from the cleft of her butt, grimacing in raging lust as he parted the cheeks of her ass and glimpsed the small, delicate entrance to her anus.
Tempting. Tight. His c**k clenched at the memory of being buried there.
He returned the material to its resting place, smoothed his hand over her butt then lifted it for the first soft blow.
She flinched, crying out at the first small smack. Not pain, he could tell by the arch of her sweet backside that it wasn’t pain. Or at least, not a pain she didn’t want to experience again.
The erotic, sensual burn on her butt was driving her crazy. She could feel her flesh heating, absorbing each small smack as it tingled and ached for more. She had never known anything so sexual, so completely naughty as being bent over Sax’s knee, her ass burning from each erotic blow.
“You flush so pretty,” he praised her, his voice dark and rough as another burning caress was applied to her rear. “A soft beautiful little blush.” She shivered, jerking and crying out as he landed another soft blow.
It wasn’t painful. It heated her flesh by degrees and sent sensations whipping through her body with lightning fast precision. Each little smack heralded a sharp, burgeoning ache in her pu**y, making her juices flow from the ache deep inside. Her clit was swollen, throbbing, desperate for his touch.
“So pretty, Marey.” His hand smoothed her buttock a second before he smacked it again.
She writhed on his knees, pressing her pu**y into his thigh and whimpering with the rising demand vibrating there. She was burning. Each well-aimed, carefully timed smack to her rear only increased the flames.
“Sax, please…” she finally wailed as the next, firmer tap sent her senses careening. She jerked, shuddering as a burning lash flayed her clit and sent fiery fingers of sensation to attack her womb.
Her pu**y was soaked. She could feel the juices clinging to her flesh, dampening her panties. Fire burned her from her ass to her cunt, making her writhe with a lust she hadn’t thought was possible.
Before she could gasp, he lifted her, turning her in his arms and depositing her on the bed as he came over her. His c**k stood out from his body like a flesh and blood lance, the tapered head glistening with pre-come.
His lips came down on hers again. A hard, deep kiss that had her moaning, twisting beneath him as her hands gripped his shoulders and her hips lifted to him.
“Not yet,” he growled, his voice rough as his lips moved to her cheek, her neck. “Not yet, Marey. I’ve waited too long for this, I have no intention of rushing it.”
“Sax, you’re burning me alive,” she whimpered.
It wasn’t supposed to be this good. How was she supposed to survive losing something that felt this good, and he had even taken her yet.
“You’ll burn brighter before I’ve finished,” he warned her, the dominance in his tone making her shiver in anticipation.
His hands cupped her br**sts then, lifting them to his lips. She watched, spellbound, as his tongue curled around the stiff peak of her nipple, licking at it, sending lightning-bright sensation shooting to her clit.
She convulsed with the pleasure, shuddering beneath him as he sucked the tender tip into his mouth, rasping it gently with his teeth before sucking it firmly. Her head twisted on the mattress as she fought to breathe. Arousal pulsed through her body like a hard electrical current, sensitizing her nerve endings, whipping through her bloodstream and driving her closer to an edge of pleasure she could never have imagined.
“Damn, you’re exquisite,” he growled as his lips began to roam lower.
He spread her thighs wide as he licked and kissed his way over her midriff, her abdomen, growing steadily closer to the steamy pu**y covered by little more than a scrap of silk.
Silk that a second later ripped beneath his hands.
Excitement burst through her bloodstream, anticipation electrified her flesh.
She stared down her body, watching as he pushed her legs apart a second before he licked his lips and lowered his head.
The first firm, broad lick of his tongue through the drenched slit of her pu**y nearly threw her over the edge into climax. She shuddered in the grip of pleasure, crying out hoarsely as she lifted her hips, begging for that final stroke that would throw her over the edge.
“Not yet.” His voice was raw, carnal lust. “I’m going to taste you first, Marey. Every soft, slick, sweet inch of this delectable pu**y is mine now. And I promise you’ll never forget it.”