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Frankly, he couldn’t wait.

Chapter Eight

Shannon stared at Tristan as an unholy hunger welled within her. The thought of his hand coming down, hard and masterful on her ass, sent a wet gush of slick cream sluicing through her pussy. She shivered as she pressed her thighs together. Her clit throbbed. Her mouth went dry. She could barely look at him.

“Come here,” he commanded in a hard voice and she complied. He led her to the sofa. He sat and patted his lap. Obediently, she draped herself over his thighs, quivering with anticipation. He flipped her skirt up, baring her ass to his view. “Mmm.” He drew his palm over the tight curves, tracing the edge of her panties across her lower back. “Take them off,” he rasped.

She glanced up at him. His features were tight, laced with desire. Quivering, she slipped her panties down to her knees. His reaction quick and hard—a sudden, turgid swell against her left hip. He jerked her closer until she was fully on his lap, pressing against his cock. It was hot and thick, rigid and throbbing. He surged against her.

He returned his attention to her bare ass, squeezing and caressing those quaking globes. “God, you’re gorgeous.” He stroked her reverently.

And then his hand fell.

She cried out at the first smack. It was harder than she’d anticipated and it shot through her like a bullet of lust. She moaned and buried her face in her arms. It felt incredible. Better than she’d ever imagined. His hand fell again and again and her ass began to heat under the endless barrage. The warmth coursed through her. Waves and tingles resonated from her throbbing clit to her swelling nipples. Each smack sent a rush of heat racing through her.

He paused every so often to caress her sweltering, sensitized buttocks. Her moans rose to cries and she pressed her clit against his hard thigh. Before long, she was undulating in mindless passion.

“Is this what you wanted?” She loved his little grunt of exertion, his groans of pleasure as each smack fell. “Is this what you need?”

“Yes,” she cried. “Yes.”

“You like it when I smack your ass, don’t you?” He paused, once again, to fondle her burning flesh. “You know you do.”

“Please.” She ached. She wanted.

The delightful spanking continued but he shifted his angle lower, to the underside of her trembling ass. The sudden new pressure on her clit, pressing her harder against his thigh, was exquisite. Cream oozed from her pussy. She could feel it easing past her lips and dampening his jeans. She spread her legs wider and rubbed herself against the rough fabric.

He groaned. “You are so wet.” He drew his fingers up and down over her slit, delving deeper with each pass. “God. You’re so wet.” He held her open with two fingers and edged deeper with a third. “Wider.” He nudged her hips higher. “I want to feel you.”

She complied, spreading her legs as wide as they would go, but rather than easing into her pussy again, he smacked her again, right over her wet clit. She cried out as the first orgasm took her, turning to him with pleading eyes. She wanted him in her. Needed him.

He was utterly unsympathetic. He reached around and yanked the neckline of her dress down. “Play with your nipples. Pinch them.” She did, whimpering as twin shots of agony and ecstasy rocketed through her.

“Tristan,” she panted. “Please. Please.”

“I’ll please you, all right.” He paddled her, five sharp smacks in a row. “Are you playing with your nipples?”

“Yes,” she sobbed.

“Does it feel good?”

“Yes!”

“Do you want more?”

“Yes. Please.”

He paused, resting his large, warm palm on her burning ass. His fingers twitched, as though the sensation was just as intense for him, as though he itched to caress her more. But something stopped him.

Impatiently, she wiggled her ass, attempting to rub her clit against him.

“Not just yet.” He tightened his hold against her gyrations, forcing her to still. “There’s something I would like to know.”

“What?” she asked softly, and then more impatiently when he didn’t respond. “What?”

He traced a line over her ass and made a gentle, teasing pass at her sopping pussy lips. He dandled lower, just barely brushing against her clit.

Shannon cried out at the touch and sobbed for more. She was close. So close.