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He chuckles. “No one can see up here. We’re the highest thing for miles. You think I would share you?” Then, “Oh, god,” he says, “that ass!”
He plants a smack right there. It stings. And he doesn’t take his hand away. My pussy pulses and aches. He holds his hand there. Feeling my flesh. The super-size cushion that I try so hard to hide.
“You are so beautiful.” His voice is thick and low. He slaps my ass again. This time his hand moves around, finding my folds and creases. Slipping down the tops of my thighs. Teasing around my wet thong.
He moans, and I know he means it. As I’m bent across his lap, a ridge develops underneath me, rising like a derrick. Nudging up against my stomach.
I reach for his stiffening erection, but he slaps my hand away.
“Not yet.”
“Gimme,” I almost snarl.
“You’ve been bad to tease me. Calling me silly names.” His hand makes a sharp cracking sound on my skin. I’m so wet, I can smell it myself.
I ask him, “Can you still spank me if I sit and face you?”
“Of course.” He holds me down. “When I say you can.”
He smacks my ass until it’s raw. Each slap makes my pussy hotter and needier.
I climb up and sit astride him. I tug his thighs farther apart, and I pull the skirt of my dress up higher, so I can feel more of his cock with my pussy. There’s a lot of it to feel. As I rock my hips, I can feel him from the crack of my ass almost up to my navel.
He spanks me nearly as well from that position as over his knee. Every loud slap makes the blood rush around my lips and my clit, my ass and the tops of my thighs. I grind my tits in his face. He kisses me then nibbles under my ear, down my throat, and he slips the straps off my shoulders to unwrap my breasts.
The musky man-scent of him makes my pulse race. My hips roll and my back arcs. He licks and sucks and kisses my buds, hardening them until they sting. I shudder and shake as his lips tug.
Pushing on the wet thong, his fingers circle my clit, pressing on all my trigger points. I grip his hair and pull his face deep between my breasts, and his hot breath excites me.
“You are everything I want.” My pelvis pushes my pussy into his hand. His fingers find my folds and my furrows, stuck inside the thin, wet thong. “I need to taste you.”
He lifts me. Lays me down on the couch, under the stars. Spreads me open.
“Cyntia.” He looks at me like he’s seeing a work of art. Or a sizzling steak.
His lips nibble up the insides of my thighs. He lifts my ass. My fingers scrape in his hair as he drills his tongue into the thong. My back and my hips flex, and I writhe as he buzzes the point of his tongue around my clit.
With one snap, he rips the thong.
“Did you buy more of those?”
I shake my head.
“Good,” his grin is evil. “You have no protection from me. Your pussy is mine.”
“You’re the only thing I don’t need protecting from.” I’m realizing that it’s true, even as I’m saying it.
His lips and his tongue suck, tease, poke and hammer around my clit, over and under my hood. He opens my lips, slips through the folds to find my entrance. I jolt, “Jackson,” as his long tongue slides deep inside me, raking my walls and stretching up, up to my high trigger.
Clenches and bursts rock through me. Crashes and splashes, and crackling explosions of sensation, and the grip of his hands on my ass, make me twist and moan.
He snarls in appreciation and calls my name, lapping greedily as I gush, scraping my drenched pussy all over his face.
“Yes, Cyntia. Yes. Come for me.”
I can only obey. And I know he’s not done.
Chapter Eleven
