Page 27 of Forbidden Confessions: Vol. 2
Without warning or mercy, he slides his hand between my legs, cupping my pussy in his big palm, rubbing me as if he owns me. He finds me embarrassingly wet. “You like being over my knee, don’t you?”
I can’t deny it—not when I'm grinding shamelessly against his hand, desperate for more contact. “Yes.”
“That’s my good, dirty girl.”
The satisfaction in his words seeps into my blood, making my desire burn hotter. Warmth that has nothing to do with the sting on my skin floods me. I’ve never needed anyone’s approval, but hearing it from him feels like everything.
Then he turns up the flames even more by landing a quick succession of alternating blows on each cheek. I nearly lose my mind. My skin feels tight. My pussy throbs. I want to put my hands and mouth all over him.
He leans in. “I’m going to give you two more.”
“Why?” Not that I’m upset.
“Well, I could tell you that one swat is for the pleasure you gave yourself earlier today that was mine to give you, and the other is because you lied about it.”
“How did you know?”
“Oh, honey, I heard you. Next time your pussy aches, come to me. I’ll take care of it.”
Will there be a next time? If I want him to put out this fire he started, now isn’t the time to ask. “All right.”
“Good. So I’ll be honest and tell you I’m adding two more because your pretty, pert ass has taunted me all afternoon and I can’t wait to spank it more.”
He smacks each cheek once, then seals the heat in with another pressing stroke of his palm, groaning in obvious satisfaction. “Even in this light, you look sweet and rosy.”
Knowing he’s pleased arouses me even more, but I don’t have time to bask in the moment before he rips the spandex shorts from around my ankles and tosses them aside. In one smooth motion, he sets me on my feet again, rips open his fly, and reaches into his pocket. After a quick rip of the square foil between his teeth, he sheathes himself, lifts me up to straddle his lap again, aligning his crest with my burning, clenching opening.
“Look at me.”
His stare is so intense, I can’t look anywhere else. “Yes.”
“Mine.” He grabs my hips, eyes impossibly dark, and pulls me down as he surges up, stretching me wide around his thick length and joining us together.
I’ve never belonged to anyone before, but the way he says it—like a vow, like a promise—makes me want to be his completely.
But the burn of him inside me is…beyond. He’s bigger than anyone I’ve been with, and I feel every ridge and vein as he forces his way deeper. “Oh god, Rand!”
“Fuck, you take my cock so perfectly,” he pants against my ear. “Like you were made for me.”
I’m so full of him that I can barely breathe. My inner walls struggle to accommodate him. When I try to lift up to ease the intense stretch, his grip tightens, holding me in place.
“Yes, honey. All of it,” he commands roughly. “Take every fucking inch.”
The dominance in his voice, the way he’s completely controlling my movements, sends fresh arousal flooding through me. I sink down further, taking him to the hilt with a broken moan.
“Perfect,” he groans. “Now ride me like you mean it.”
Then his cock juts somehow deeper into my body, and I swear I feel him all the way to my soul. “Yes!”
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The moment I bury myself inside Sophie, liquid pleasure jets down my spine. She doesn’t just feel good, she feels right. Maybe I’m crazy. Maybe this is just a fling for her. Maybe she’ll walk away from me as soon as she’s safe.
But the way she’s looking at me now with her misty blue eyes full of wonder and need, I don’t think so. I’m going to do my damnedest to make sure leaving is the last thing she wants.
