Page 47 of The Lieutenant

He yanked on my hair, forcing my head up by a few inches. The way he wagged his finger brought a smile to my face. “What’s wrong?”

“You’re far too tempting. Open your mouth.” He pressed the top of his cock against my lips, which I refused to open. In response, he bent down, wrapping his long fingers around my throat just as he’d done before. “Be careful, little kitten. My punishments are harsh.”

I shuddered from the thought, but opened my mouth. He pushed a couple of inches inside, jutting his hips forward a few seconds later. As he filled my mouth, I swirled my tongue back and forth, savoring the taste as his scent wafted into my system. I pressed my bound hands to the base of his cock, twisting and turning my fingers as he face-fucked me.

The tip was shoved against the back of my throat and I gagged briefly. He stroked my face in response. His smile had turned practically evil, his entire body rigid to the point his muscles were strained.

“My good girl. Yes?”

I moaned my answer and he tapped his fingers on the side of my face. His actions forced me to suck even harder. He rolled onto the balls of his feet, pumping harder and faster. I could tell only seconds later he was close to coming. I craved to taste him, taking every drop of his sweet cum down my throat.

But as he pulled out, taking a decided step backwards, I knew that wasn’t going to happen. He took a deep breath, holding it as he raked both hands through his hair. He headed toward the table, fiddling with his glass before picking it up and tossing the remainder of the liquid down his throat.

After slamming the thick tumbler onto the table, he advanced as he’d done before, but I sensed his needs were more pressing. My instinct was correct. He slipped his arms under both of mine,lifting and pushing me against the window. He thrust his cock deep inside seconds later, filling me completely.

I wrapped my legs around him, my tied arms over his head as he pulled out, driving into me again. The ache from the size of him returned, but I was so wet, my muscles easily gripped his thick shaft.

He bent his knees, switching the angle as he plunged into me with tremendous force. The pane of glass rattled and I pressed my knees against him to try to keep upright. Although I knew he wouldn’t let me go.

If I read him correctly, he never intended on letting me go. The thought spiraled out of control as he slid me up and down the cool window. While every action was rough, befitting the rugged man, the look in his eyes was completely possessive. As if he might worship me.

Silly thought, yet it fueled the raging fire, turning it into a firestorm. He lowered his head, both our breaths heated and heavy.

“I could fuck you for hours,” he whispered hoarsely.

“I could let you.” It was a true statement, the passion we shared one of the most powerful experiences of my life. His cock felt so good as it slid in and out.

He planted both hands on the window and crushed his mouth over mine. I moaned into the kiss as he swept his tongue back and forth. The tang of whiskey filled my mouth. I wrapped my arms around his head, pulling him as tightly against me as possible. There was nothing like being held by this man.

When he broke the kiss, we both took gasping breaths. He spun me around, pulling me away from the window and dumping me onto the couch. He bent me over the back, immediately bringing his hand down on my bottom several brutal times.

“Ouch!” I complained, yet felt a rush of kinetic energy, my pussy even wetter than before. He cracked his hand down several additional times, chuckling darkly as he did so.

“I think you like it, sweet Kara. In fact, I think you crave more. Don’t you? My bad little girl.”

I gripped the back of the couch as he pressed his hand on the small of my back. He shifted his hand from one side to the other, the spanking much harder than the few cracks from before. With every inch of me tingling, I continued to squirm, but was panting from the raging desire. How was it possible being spanked like a bad girl could feel so good?

“No,” I moaned.

He laughed and rolled his finger down the crack of my ass, thrusting it inside my pussy. “Yes, you do.”

After four even harder smacks, he used his knee to push my legs further apart, once again sliding his cock inside.

“So wet for me, kitten. So tight.” He lowered his head, nipping my shoulder and dragging his tongue up to my ear. “But I have other things in mind.” He rubbed his thumb down the crack this time, but I wasn’t expecting him to shove it into my asshole.

“Oh, my God.” I was shocked at how it felt, a strange numbness shifting over me. I could feel myself stiffen, unprepared for the twinge of discomfort. I’d never done this before. In truth, I’d never wanted this to be done to me. Not once.

“Yes, every hole belongs to me.” He wiggled his thumb, driving it in even deeper.

I threw my head over my shoulder, my mouth suddenly bone dry. The second he gripped my hip with one hand I braced myself, closing my eyes and digging my fingers into the couch.

As he pushed the tip of his cock just inside, I gasped. “Oh, God. Oh…”

“This will feel so good, kitten. Just relax. I’m going to make you feel amazing.”

I gritted my teeth, trying to keep from yelling at him. How could he imagine this kind of discomfort would feel good?

With his fingers pressing into my skin, he guided more of his cock inside. My ass muscles were over-sensitized, trying desperately to accommodate his size.

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