Page 11 of Shephard

He was obviously thrilled, his breathing completely labored. I guess I should take that as a compliment.

I clawed the bedding. Perhaps he sensed I was still going to do my best to continue the game by sliding his arm under my waist and holding me in place. He even tried to prove some masculinity point by lifting me off the bed. I took the opportunity to kick him, breathing a sigh of relief I hadn’t landed the ball of my foot against his cock. I didn’t want to hurt a creation of beauty.

He promptly grunted like a barbarian and shocked the hell out of me by cracking his hand against my bottom while I was in midair. What?

Very little stole my momentum even momentarily, but when he continued swatting me like I was a bad little girl, I couldn’t think or talk.

Maybe blubber, but there would be nothing else. Who was this man and who did he think he was?

He was having a damn good time with treating me like a child, snickering as he continued popping one after the other. It had only been a few seconds and my bottom was on fire. I could only imagine what it would feel like to sit down.

“Ouch! You bastard.”

“Bad language.” He offered up the two words as if he hadn’t heard worse. But he used them as an incentive, issuing four savage strikes of his thick palm. Maybe I should have aimed for his cock after all.

I couldn’t believe he had the strength to keep me inches off the comforter while spanking me. The entire thing was wild and unbelievable.

What I prayed to God he didn’t know was that I was as wet as I’d ever been, panting from the intense throbbing deep within my pussy. There wasn’t any question whether or not he knew. I gathered more than a single whiff of my heated longing for the man.

I licked my dry lips, still reaching for the bed. It was no use. He carried on the round of discipline swatting each cheek as I kicked my legs out at him. I was almost out of breath from the combination of pain and pleasure, grabbing onto his leg hard. Given the position I knew he could see every inch of me, and I moaned from the certainty that my wetness was staining his jeans.

His pace slowed and he gave me a few final hard swats before gently easing me to the bed. But oh no, he didn’t let me go. He knew what I’d do as soon as he did. He simply held me in place and I sensed he was kicking off his boots. How he’d managed to do that with his arm tangled around my waist I’d never know, but I was panting in anticipation.

He was such a silent man, but I did like the tall, quiet, and rugged type as well. He fit all the categories, even if he was the grumpiest man alive. But this was just sex. I’d never see him again and that was fine by me. I didn’t need a single string attached to my life. Maybe ever.

When the man was completely naked, which took some finesse on his part, he let me know by tossing his jeans in my line of sight. That was a clear indication of what I could expect.

I was wrong, so very wrong.

The huge man thrust the entire length of his cock inside, not bothering with pleasantries or determining if I was wet enough. He’d sensed it and I was, yet my pussy muscles struggled to accommodate him. His shaft was large and long, so thick it filled my tight channel completely. I was at a loss for words, trying to find a way to breathe again.

He knew it too, his growls dark and ominous as he pulled almost all the way out, repeating the brutal action. I was shocked he was keeping his arm around me, but I guess he was the kind of guy who needed to be in full control.

I was making unrecognizable sounds as he picked up a rhythm, pistoning his hips so he could fuck me like some crazed beast. Even with his firm hold, I was pitched forward and backward, my breasts jiggling from the force. My nipples ached, every muscle tense.

The man could fuck. That was certain.

Maybe he wanted to keep me off guard. I had no idea, but when he pulled his cock all the way out, I whined like a little girl.

The next thing I knew, he was on his knees, splitting my legs as far apart as possible. When he replaced his cock with his tongue, I was thrown at the different sensations. I was tingling all over, now gasping for breath.

He slowed his actions a few seconds later, licking up and down before swirling the tip around my clit. How it could be so sensitive so quickly, I didn’t know, but I couldn’t stop shivering. The passion and chemistry were off the charts. Who needed names or identities when you had raw need?

I closed my eyes as he continued feasting, the man lifting my torso off the bed as he’d done for the spanking. The only control I had was to push up from the bed, wiggling somewhat as I arched my back.

Every sound he made was so guttural. It was like he hadn’t tasted a woman before and was in seventh heaven. He managed to drive several fingers alongside his tongue while still holding me aloft. That took some kind of talent and strength.

“Oh. My. God.” I was pushed into sweet nirvana, once again clawing at the bedding. I had no idea if I was moaning or screaming as a series of vibrations tore through me. I’d felt nothing this amazing my entire life. I was honestly thinking about how his beard wasn’t scratching me. Who did that when you were being given so much amazing pleasure?

He knew when to lick furiously, but also slowed down when I neared an orgasm, and they were very rare in my life. Few of the very few men I’d allowed into my bed had ever taken the time to learn how to please me. This man knew it instinctively. Something shifted in my throbbing core and I knew I couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Yes. Yes. I…”

I didn’t need to tell him what or how to push me over the edge. He shoved his thumb into my asshole and that was all it took. The orgasm was wild and hot, shooting through every muscle and tendon. There was no time to scream or breathe, the pleasure that great. Ecstasy had never been a part of my vocabulary, but he’d achieved it.

Lightheaded and with stars floating across my line of vision, I finally dropped my head and did nothing more than pant like an animal.

When he finally stopped his sinful actions, returning to a standing position, I collapsed on the bed. But as I’d suspected, he wasn’t finished with me yet. He used my ponytail as a leash, pulling me back onto all fours.

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