Page 59 of Striking Heat
When we break the kiss, we’re both breathless.
“I’m so glad you’re not wearing underwear right now.” He laughs and reaches in front of me to pinch my clit.
I cry out. “Oh, fuck, that feels amazing.”
“Amazing, huh?” he asks, pulling my shirt over my head so that I’m naked in front of him. “I love how easy it is for me to get you naked. Are you wanting dessert too?” He wiggles his eyebrows at me.
“Well, it is my cheat day,” I tell him.
“Then we should definitely make it a good one.” He covers his mouth with mine again and uses this opportunity to roll us so that I’m on my back.
“You never will let me be on top will you?” I ask him when we break apart.
“I may. Right now, I want to bend you over that coffee table. Are you game?”
I look at the coffee table and then back at him. “Do you really think it will hold us?”
“Aren’t you just a little curious to find out?”
Danny gets up to a kneeling position, and I squeal as he pulls me up so that he can take me over to the table with him.
“Lay that fine ass over the table, baby.”
I do as I’m told, and he takes the opportunity to spank my ass cheek. The sting of the blow makes me push my ass out farther.
“Oh god, please do that again,” I say.
“You just might be the perfect woman.”
He lands another blow, and I moan at the contact. I hear the rip of a condom wrapper and look back to see he’s put a condom on and has lost his shorts.
“This might be a little fast and furious. Think you can handle it?”
“Bring it on,” I tell him.
And boy, does he ever. Spreading my legs just a tad, he slides in. I moan as he’s inside, pushing my body back against his. He moves slowly at first, and then it’s faster and faster. I can barely budge; his movements are driving me into the table. I’m more or less along for the ride, and it’s one hell of a ride.
Danny is nipping and sucking on the back of my neck. I love the painful feeling of the bite and then the sucking to take the pain away.
He reaches around to rub on my clit. “I’m so sorry, baby, but being inside you like this… I’m not going to make it very long. I need you to come with me.”
His rough circles on my clit send me over the edge in no time. Danny pounds in and out of me, the coffee table biting into my hip. I’m going to have a bruise, but I don’t care. I love the feeling of it.
“Fuck,” I cry out as I feel that pressure building again.
Danny moves faster and faster, seeming to hit deeper each time.
“Fuck,” I say again. I moan and pinch my eyes closed. It’s all too much.
Just as I’m about to come, he slaps my ass again, and that does it. My body goes slack, and I’m screaming his name. He’s following me over the edge and bites into my shoulder, then we both lie there panting, coming down from our high.
“That was one hell of a cheat meal,” I tease him.
“Oh, baby, I haven’t even begun to make you the meal yet.”
He takes me again in the shower before we collapse on the bed and fall asleep in each other’s arms. When I wake up, he’s lying there smiling at me.
“What are you doing?” I ask him, rubbing my eyes.
