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“I’m halfway inside you, Natalee. You’re being a very good girl.”
I melted under his praise, even as he thrust deeper into my bottom hole. He withdrew slightly only to push in further, and then he began a steady in and out motion that had me moaning, and, to my complete surprise, lifting my bottom up to meet his thrusts.
I felt wanton and beside myself with need. Though the sensation in my backside hole wasn’t unpleasant in the least, I still ached for him to mount me and push his big green cock into my wet, aching pussy.
“You like this, don’t you, Natalee?”
Embarrassment prevented me from admitting I enjoyed such an indecent act, so I stayed silent and tried to keep from lifting my hips to meet his thrusts.
He chuckled darkly. “In time, I will take youhere, Natalee, with my cock. I will fuck your ass and spill my seed deep inside this puckering hole of yours.”
I gasped and my eyes grew wide. Even after all this time, I still couldn’t believe the base language he used in the bedroom, yet his words caused the throbbing in my core to intensify. Though I tried to remain unmoving over his lap, I soon found I couldn’t help but gyrate my hips, pushing back against him as he thrust his finger into me, and then lowering my center hard against his thighs in an attempt to ease my growing need.
Finally, he withdrew from my bottom hole, then gently lifted me on the bed. I curled on my side and watched in a daze as he quickly washed his hands in a rare running water basin. He hurried back to me and immediately rearranged me over his lap, this time shifting me over one knee and placing his free leg over mine. My heart raced. I’d forgotten about the spanking he’d promised me.
“Keep still, wife, or I will use my belt instead of my hand.”
“I-I’ll be good.” The one time he’d whipped me with his belt, the soreness had lingered for days.
“All right. Let’s turn this cute little bottom a nice bright shade of red, shall we?”
Before I could agree or disagree, he had already raised his hand and brought it down with a firm smack on my right cheek. He struck my left cheek next and continued alternating slaps between my bottom cheeks as I whimpered and squirmed slightly in his hold. But the male spanked so hard that I couldn’t keep quiet, let alone remain still as he laid into my behind. Well, even if I tried with all my strength to escape his punishing hand, I doubted I would even make it off his lap. He had a firm hold on me.
“I like turning your bottom red, Natalee. Do you know why?”
I lifted my head and turned to look at him, my gaze questioning.
“Because you are so adorably sweet after a sound spanking, and because I like watching you grow wet between your thighs.”
I turned around and buried my face in the covers again. But it was true. I felt my quim becoming shamefully wet, and all because my husband was spanking me.
He applied one last round of sharp slaps to my sit spot, before he turned me over and sat me upright on his lap. The sternness from earlier still lingered in his gaze.
“You took your wedding night spanking well, little Natalee.”
I felt a smile pulling at my lips and gave him a saucy look. I almost reminded him that the sun was still shining outside the curtains, but when I shifted on his lap, my sore bottom cheeks convinced me to keep quiet.
“Now, let’s get this dress off you. I want to look upon my wife.”
* * *
I heldon to the bed rail, not daring to let go. Knot had his head buried between my thighs as he licked my womanly folds and stroked my clit expertly with his tongue. He’d threatened to spank my nether lips if I dared let go of the bed rail. Considering he’d just thrust a finger in and out of my bottom hole before my wedding night spanking, I decided it probably wasn’t an idle threat.
“You are so pink and wet and perfect, Natalee.” He looked up from between my thighs. “I could taste you all night.”
My eyes fluttered shut, and I moaned when he went back to running his tongue in slow circles around my swollen clit. I arched my center upward against his mouth, feeling my release imminent. He shoved two—or was it three?—thick fingers into my pussy and started moving in and out, then increased the pressure on my clit.
Stars exploded behind my eyelids. I came hard, moaning loud and clutching at the bedrail, struggling to obey him even as I was swept away by the most delicious, pulsing release I had ever experienced. He had loved me in this fashion before, but he had never taken his slow time and practically tortured me with pleasure before finally allowing me to come.
As I struggled for air, he situated himself between my thighs and reached for my hands, pulling them away from the bedrail. His nostrils flared as he gripped my hips and pushed his cock at my entrance. He surged all the way inside my tightness in one swift thrust.
“You’re mine, Natalee. Mine.” He withdrew from my center, only to push back inside in the next moment. He dug his fingers into my hips as he claimed me. I could tell he was trying to keep his thrusts slow so as to draw out our first time together as husband and wife, but his restraint soon crumbled.
He growled deep in his throat and commenced pounding me like a male possessed. “My sweet Natalee,” he said just before he found his release and filled me with his seed.
CHAPTER22
NATALEE
