Page 68 of With Love

Marshall

I have Adrienne bent over my knee, her belted arms stretched out in front of her. The way that her muscles are flexed under her taut skin makes my dick throb. Every time she squirms and rubs her body up against me, I have to will myself not to come yet.

Smack!

With her hair fisted in one hand, my other hand connects with her ass once more before rubbing the affected area. It’s warm and pink and begging to be swatted again.

I drag my thumb down between her cheeks and gently massage her hole before entering her pussy with two fingers. My fingers and thumb work together to bring her pleasure after the pain.

As her breath begins to quicken, I halt my movement. Slowly, I remove my fingers and trail her arousal up through her cheeks. I massage both sides of her ass again before laying down two more smacks, one to each cheek in quick succession.

“Ohhh!” she cries out.

Before her moan subsides, my fingers slide back inside of her and I start fucking her hard, swirling my fingers around with each thrust.

“Oh my God, don’t stop! Please! I’m begging you, Marshall!”

But I do stop. I want to give her the sharp pain that she needs, but I also want to give her the slow-burn kind of pain that ends with more pleasure than she’s ever dreamed of. In the past when we dabbled with edging she absolutely loved it. Every time I would even mention it, her pupils would dilate and her thighs would stiffen as she squeezed her legs together, already searching for relief.

I switch my hands around so her hair is gathered in my other fist. Raising her head up a little bit and reach underneath of her, I take her hard nipple between my fingers and squeeze it.

“Ohhh!” She moans again. I let her hair go and she turns her head toward me. “Please, Marshall.”

I reach my hand back down to her ass.

Smack!

Fisting her hair once more, I pull her face toward me and lick up the side of her cheek as I plunge my fingers inside of her once again. I cover her mouth with mine, silencing her screams of pleasure from the shattering assault on her pussy.

Before she knows what’s hit her, I pick her up and bend her over the side of the bed, placing her in the same position she was in downstairs in the kitchen, with her arms stretched out in front of her.

Smack! Smack!

“Don’t. Move.” I threaten in her ear.

Walking over to the table across the room, I pick up the open bottle of champagne and carry it over to the bed. She watches me every step of the way. I stand behind her, just close enough to feel the pull between us. I can tell that she is getting nervous that I haven’t done anything yet. The anticipation causes her whole body to break out into goosebumps.

I take the lip of the bottle, trace it down the crack of her ass and through the sticky sweet moisture pooling just above the apex of her thighs. She twitches every time I run the smooth edge of glass over her clit.

Lifting the bottle to my mouth, I take a drink. Her sweet arousal mixed with the dry champagne takes my breath away. When my mouth is full, I let the drink slip from my lips and cascade over her lower back and down the crack of her ass.

“Ahh!” she screams as I move my head in circles, dripping it onto one ass cheek, then the next until it’s all gone.

Kneeling down behind her, I start down where her clit is and suck all of the champagne from her little bud. Moving my head up toward her ass, I lap at her slit the entire way. I stop when I get to her puckered hole and massage it with my tongue. Carefully, I pour more champagne from the bottle, catching it in my mouth before diving my tongue inside as I smack her ass again.

“OH!” She squeals as I move my tongue in and out.

Standing up, I place the champagne down on the bedside table. I pick Adrienne up and help her to stand. Removing the belt from around her arms, I rub them a little because I am sure that they’re sore from being in the same position for so long. Then, I lay her down on the bed and stand in between her legs, forcing them open. Picking the bottle up from the nightstand, I hold it high over her body, tipping it slightly so the bubbly liquid snakes out of the opening, slowly.

The liquid spills out, splashing over her perfect skin and I lean over her, licking it off, just like I did a moment ago. Her hands immediately go to my hair. She is pushing me and pulling me and fisting my hair like I was just doing to her. I stand up and drink a little more of the liquid. I have every intention of dripping it over her body again, but she pulls me down and crushes her lips to mine. I open my mouth slightly and let the liquid drip into her mouth. She sticks her tongue out and catches it. She opens her mouth more and I let the rest of the liquid slide in.

Lifting her off of the bed slightly, I move both of us to the top of the bed where the pillows are. Bringing my hand to her cheek, I caress it gently. I run my nose over her lips, grazing them gently.

“Hey,” I whisper, looking straight into her eyes. “You still good?”

“I’d be better if you’d let me come, fucker,” her words are sharp, but the look in her eyes tells me everything I need to know. She’s loving every moment of this.

“You asked for it,” I grunted, pushing myself into her.

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