Bang the Blower (Country Roads 3)

She shook her head. “No, I can’t…if you don’t want to bang the blower, then I’ll take care of myself.”

He snickered, thinking that was just the kind of thing he wanted to hear from her, the saucy little connotation that more or less tempted him away from what little self-control he possessed. He rubbed her bottom and then reached under her, fingering her heated snatch.

Oohs and ahhs became heavily drawn out as he wiggled two or three digits deeper inside her slippery cunt. “I think I’ll take that as a proposition.”

“You should,” she breathed. “Because I can’t wait to feel your dick inside me. I need to get off, Duke. Can you make me come, Duke? Sir, please!”

And that was exactly what he’d been dying to hear! If only Hank were around to witness this moment.

Rather than act surprised because she’d called him Sir, he made light of her request. Tipping her nose with a quick peck, he said, “I guess I could take a stab at it.”

She stood up and bent over, allowing him to see her pretty pink asshole swollen and puckered from the ginger play. Bypassing her back entrance, he went for the front, entering her pussy from behind.

She bent forward with outstretched arms, her palms and cheek against the leather. He massaged her lower back, running his fingers over the scars left behind. He felt the agony she must’ve endured from the fires responsible for consuming her car, searing her flesh. Her ivory skin may have been permanently marked, but he only saw and cherished the beautiful, sensual woman.

He plunged inside her without another moment wasted, fucking her as he spanked her. “That’s my submissive girl. Squeeze your pussy. Flex it, sugar. Clench around me. Close.”

“Duke, please!” she screamed, probably willing him to shut up. “Oh God, it burns!”

He grinned behind her as he inched his cock inside her, working his length between her tight walls. That’s what he loved about the ginger. The root was like introducing a submissive woman to a magical moment, a magnified orgasm so intense that the climax discovered was often so memorable, a sub would later beg for ginger play.

Duke, in many ways, looked at using ginger as a treat rather than punishment. Other Doms wouldn’t agree. Then again, he wasn’t Hank. He liked role-play. Hank thought he had the leading role.

Obviously, Julie enjoyed herself enough to give him what he wanted to hear. She’d called him out with respect, and that was enough for him to reward her with one hell of a good loving.

He stuffed his cock inside her, sinking his dick deeper as he enjoyed the heat from her smoldering pussy. He ground against her bottom. Oh hello, if he had to die today, this was the way he’d want to go.

“More, Duke. Give it to me. Hard. Fast!”

Her body writhed under his as she bucked and bounced against him. “Hang on. Slow down,” he said, whispering against her neck as he found a better position by bracketing his arm higher on her chest. He then shot through her folds as he pounded inside her, searching for that special tender spot, the one destined to provoke and rush a woman’s best orgasm.

“Duke, I’m coming!” she screamed, her body rocking forward and ba

ck. “Don’t stop me now. Oh God, please don’t stop!”

Without a doubt, discovering what she enjoyed most didn’t take as long as he thought. One stroke, then two more, and he committed himself to finishing her. She was begging, screaming, groveling for an orgasm she was already in the midst of achieving.

“Hang on!” he yelled, his own release burning at his scrotum, easing into the swell of his penis. “Oh God, there! Right there, Julie!” He slammed into her then, working his cock higher until he reached the point of no return, his semen spilling into the condom as he nearly collapsed against her back.

“No, not yet! Don’t pull out! Don’t you dare, Duke!”

He bit his bottom lip and traveled with her body, moving as she moved, swaying whichever way she wanted. “Oh, Julie! You’re ruining me here!” he exclaimed, mashing one hand between her shoulder blades while using the other one to clutch her hip.

Her fingers dug into the sofa as she fucked him, and he brought her hips to him, lifting her off the couch as he lost himself inside her sizzling pussy. The ginger was undoubtedly potent, and he felt the exquisite sensations as well.

His balls tingled as he screwed her, and he was unable to slow his gait, unwilling to stop fucking her. He didn’t want to lose the incredible hotness zipping through his cock as he buried his dick inside her. “Good hell!”

“Oh, Duke. Don’t slow down. I need you to… love me!” she cried out. “I swear to God if you stop now, I’ll never forgive you!”

Stop? Was she kidding him? Her body undulated in a way he’d never witnessed. She became a man’s woman, a lover’s salvation as her body became an extension of his, gyrating and bucking, opening and closing around him until he was lost, caught up in the fact that right now, the world could stop and he wouldn’t care. All he was concerned about now was finishing the first round so they could sprint forward in search of the second.

“More! God, yeah! More! Hot! Harder! Stop! Go harder, faster! Fuck me, Julie! That’s right! Give yourself to me, baby!”

And so it continued, just bits and pieces of demands and orders, pleasure sought and pleasure gained. They fucked away the evening and kept finding new ways to tease one another with the remaining bulbs of ginger.

Before Duke even stopped to consider the time, the sun was coming up over the horizon. Hank still hadn’t made it home, but Duke hadn’t missed him.

Chapter Thirteen