Phoenix Rising

Damn, but that was satisfying.

Her sweet little tush jiggled like jello. Just a little. But it was enough to send me from rage, to lust in an instant. Not that I wasn’t always in lust around the girl. But this was worse than usual. So much worse.

I wanted nothing more than to touch her. Taste her.

But I wasn't done. Not even close. I still needed to get my point across.

I slapped her ass again.

Not hard. I would never really hurt the girl. Just hard enough to smart. But I knew she wouldn't like this.

I rested my hand on her ass and waited. I knew what was coming. Once the shock and surprise wore off, I was about to have a Texas sized temper tantrum on my hands.

Three. Two. One.

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeek!"

I held her still while she thrashed on my lap. I cursed as my dick started to get even harder. The damn woman was rubbing herself all over my aching cock without realizing it!

"Let me go! How dare you spank me like a child! How–"

I took that opportunity to smack her ass again. I was already sad that I wouldn’t have another chance to do it again anytime soon. I’d never had more fun, or frustration, in my life.

"Because you are behaving like a child. If you are ready to act like a young lady again, I will stop."

She kept hollerin' and so I spanked her again. And again. She kept wiggling in a way that made me want to wrassle her in the sheets. My cock could have cut glass at this point. I didn't stop though. Not until she stilled.

I rubbed her bottom a bit, trying to soothe it.

"There, there, it's alright, girl. I didn't hurt you."

She hiccuped. It was the cutest damn sound I'd heard in my life.

I couldn't help but let my hands wander a bit. Now that she was in my arms, more or less, I didn't have the strength to fight the feelings I had for her anymore. Not one second longer. I breathed heavily, staring down at her gorgeous body. I squeezed her flawless ass cheek, hoping she wasn’t too sore.

"Can I sit up now, please?"

I smiled fondly at her. This was progress. She'd said please.

She pushed herself up and I caught her around the waist, settling her on my lap. I pushed her wild hair back over her shoulders and tipped her chin up. She'd been crying.

I frowned. I hadn't been rough. Why was she crying?

"Hey now babygirl, there's no need for that."

She hiccuped again, and lifted her hand to slap me. I caught it in mid-air and smiled at her.

"I'm sure you want to hit me, wildcat. But I think you know I don't deserve it."

She stared at me, her frown sliding away into something sweet and uncertain.

"Don't be nice to me, dammit. I can't stand it when you're nice to me!"

I held her firm, but she wasn't struggling to get away anymore. No, she felt soft and pliant. She felt… willing.

"You sure about that, darlin'?"

I used the back of my hand to brush her tears away. That's when it happened. We both tilted forward slightly, our eyes on each other's lips. I groaned as I pulled her hard against me, my mouth crashing down on hers.

Sweet Jesus, the woman felt right!

Her skin was living silk under my hands. I held her face so I could kiss the hell out of her. She made a sexy whimpering sound as her lips parted. I took the opportunity to taste her, slipping my tongue inside her mouth. I teased her a bit, stroking and retreating, then darting forward to tangle with her tongue again.

My hands slid down to her ass, cupping a cheek in each hand. That's how much bigger I was, how small she felt in my arms. My hands swallowed her up completely.

She wiggled a bit and I bit back a satisfied laugh. All this time wanting her, and she was as agreeable as a kitten! I should have done this to begin with.

I should have just made her mine.

I kissed her neck and then lower, unbuttoning her shirt with one hand. The top of her bra came into view and I moaned, letting my lips wander even lower. In no time her buttons were all undone and I was tugging her lacey white bra down, licking and sucking her nipples until they were tight little points.

Phoenyx Delancey had perfect breasts. Not that I was surprised. The woman had perfect everything.

Her hands were in my hair as she held me against her. I murmured my appreciation for her beautiful, delicious breasts as I kissed them again and again. One hand slipped lower, stroking her pussy through her jeans.

I almost lost it when she started to circle her hips against my hand. She was so passionate and natural– there was nothing coy about my wildcat. I wanted her, and she wanted me right back, and made no bones about it.