Page 31 of Jagger

“What’s wrong? You like what you see?” His cock was at full attention, the sight of his balls making my mouth water.

“Maybe.”

He nodded once before easing back to his knees and instead of lowering himself over me, he planted his butt down on the rug.

I pushed myself up on my elbows, darting my eyes back and forth across his. “Something on your mind?”

“Yeah, it has been for a few hours.”

“What’s wrong?” If he was going to start grilling me again on why I was here, I’d teach him a lesson on right versus wrong timing.

“Oh, nothing is wrong at the moment, but it could have been disastrous.” He decided to grab my wrists, being mindful of the bruises while dragging me over his lap.

“What the hell?” My cry was a little too loud.

“I don’t take kindly to being nice to someone just for them to almost die on snow-slickened roads after not listening to my advice. My damn good advice, I might add.” He brought down his hand not once but twice.

I was shocked to the point I couldn’t say a thing. What did he think he was doing, spanking me like I was a bad girl or something? “Jagger. Don’t do this.”

“You need this. Call it a reminder that you could have gotten me killed too.” He smacked my bottom a few more times and I finally reacted, trying to climb off his lap.

He was quick to the draw, wrapping his arm around my waist and throwing his leg over mine. “Hold on. This isn’t right.”

I struggled to see what he was doing. When he grabbed his jeans, I whimpered. The moment he tugged on his belt, I wiggled even harder. He was going to use the belt on me.

“I didn’t almost get you killed.” But he was right. I hadn’t wanted him to follow, but I’d seen his vehicle in the rearview mirror. The truth was that I’d wanted him to follow me. I’d hoped for it. That had placed his life in jeopardy.

Four additional hard cracks of his hand and the pain finally bloomed, kicking up a thousand degrees as he picked up the pace. He paused a few seconds, folding the belt in half. His eyes were glistening. The man was enjoying this.

With every crack of the belt, I was certain I’d either die from a fit of embarrassment or from the anguish continuing to blossom. I wasn’t entirely certain which. More disturbing were the tingles of my muscles and the hard throbbing deep in my pussy.

I was sucking in my breath so fast I couldn’t see straight. Tears even formed in my eyes, which was ridiculous. I couldn’t be over some mountain man’s lap, getting spanked with a belt. But I was.

The spanking continued, the whooshing sound of the thick leather all I could concentrate on. With his thick leg over both of my own, getting up was impossible, and my attempts to crawl away only served to grind my hips into his knee. At this point my pussy was heating up even faster than my bottom. When he finally stopped, he took a deep breath. That didn’t bother me as much as the way he blew it out. I sensed utter satisfaction.

“You make me crazy,” I told him.

His actions quick as before, he pushed me back into position on the rug’s surface, planting his hands on either side of me. “Yeah? That goes double for you, lady. I’ve never been around anyone so pigheaded as you.” He pushed my legs apart with his knee, taking his place between them.

“Pigheaded?” I demanded. “I’ll have you know that you’re the most bullheaded man I’ve met and I assure you that I’ve met some doozies in my life.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Oh, yeah.”

There was no talking to him. He made certain of it by capturing my mouth as he pressed his entire weight against me. His cock was throbbing and I wiggled underneath him. The pulsing sensations were just as incredible as the man.

Even if he was infuriating.

The kiss was even better than before, more passionate and slammed full of the kind of longing few ever experienced. I wrapped my arms around his neck, fighting the slight sense of guilt, which was ridiculous. I didn’t owe anyone but myself anything.

If Jagger knew I was questioning my judgment he didn’t show it, taking everything he wanted from my mouth. He was a marvelous kisser. Maybe he was good with everything when using his mouth.

The wave of deep vibrations and white-hot heat was overpowering. I shifted under him again and he took the hint. He pulled his lips away from mine, taking several deep breaths as the twinkle in his eyes returned.

The moment he placed the tip of his cock against my pussy, I licked my bottom lip. The small sensual move wasn’t lost on him. One corner of his mouth turned up just before he thrust his cock inside.

The electric sensations were nothing like I’d expected. They were wilder. The intensity was extreme, the sheer pleasure of the vibrations tearing through my system leaving me breathless.

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