It felt like he was toasting my insides without even dipping in all the way. Just the way he moved, the rhythm of it my god. I was on my knees, hands gripping the sheets, while he pounded me from behind. My breasts clapped with every thrust, full and bouncing under me, and the sound of our bodies slapping together made my pulse race.
Then came the spanking.
Sharp. Deliberate.
Each slap made my heart jolt burning with equal parts pain and pleasure.
I bit down on my lip hard, trying to hold in my moans. The maids were in the next room. If they heard me? I'd never live it down.
But fuck it...I couldn't hold back anymore. His thrusts drove me wild, unraveling every ounce of self-control.
And then, just when I thought I was about to lose it, he pulled out.
I spun around, breathless, eyes locked on that throbbing, slick length of his hard, veined, begging for attention.
"What are you doing?" he asked, voice raspy. "Turn around, my love. Let me finish this."
But I had other plans.
