Page 114 of The Twins
He released my hair, and I let my head hang, my entire quivering body limp over his knees.
“Say sorry,” he said, his voice gentler.
“S…s…sorry,” I managed. “I’m sorry.”
“Good girl.” His fingers slipped lower, over my asshole and to my pussy lips. “Wasn’t so hard, was it.”
I caught my breath, and my eyes flicked open.
“Now,” he said. “You get your reward for apologizing.”
“Oh!”
He’d circled my entrance. I was wet, really wet, and he used my arousal to ease his way into me. Two thick fingers that went knuckle-deep.
He kind of chuckled. “Every damn time.”
I gripped the sofa and the leg of his trousers. “Andrew, I…”
“You’re turned on, I know that, I can feel it.”
Turned on? I was furious, mortified, but turned on?
“There’s no denying it. A spanking gets you horny.” He added another finger, filling me easily I was so wet and ready for him. “And you’ll get your orgasm, I’ll make sure you’re satisfied.”
He pumped in and out of me, soft, wet noises filling the room.
Moving with him, I groaned, long and guttural. He was fucking me with his fingers and stroking my G-spot on each ride in.
“Ah yeah, so sexy,” he murmured and shoved my knickers farther down my legs so they dropped around my ankles. “And so ready for my cock.”
I bit on my bottom lip to stop myself from begging for his cock. He’d just spanked me like I was a naughty child; there was no way I was going to beg.
“Like this.” He pulled out then sat me up so I was perched on his knee.
I closed my eyes, the room spinning.
“Deep breath.” He caught my cheek in his palm. “It will pass.”
I swallowed and breathed deeply, filled my lungs
He turned me and set his mouth over mine, kissing me with an urgency that had my heart rate rocketing further. He tasted so familiar, hot and delicious, maybe a hint of whiskey. “God, I want to be inside you so badly,” he murmured.
The next thing I knew I was flat on my back on the sofa and he was over me, battling with the buttons on his trousers.
My pussy quivered, and my ass stung. I reached for his t-shirt and dragged it up, then off.
“Fuck, you drive me crazy,” he said. “Bratty little sexy bitch that you are.”
There was no chance for me to answer because he speared his cock into my pussy on a furious fast ride to full depth.
His body rubbed over my clit and his thickness filled me to the point of discomfort. I rose into him and locked my ankles behind his legs, clutched his hot warm shoulders, and let the relief of our joining soak through me.
“Oh yes, more.” I gripped his hair in my fist and clasped his ass with my other hand. “Give it to me.”
“Bossy little brat too, huh?” He stared into my eyes. “But yeah, that’s what you’re going to get and come as many fucking times as you want.”
His nostrils flared, and his eyebrows drew down. His body was a coil of tension about to release and take what it wanted.
