Sin City Auction (Nevada Bad Boys 4)

It was all I could do to keep from gagging. My throat had never been ravaged like that. He forced it into the barrier so hard that I thought he was going to bruise it. I tried to swallow as hard as I could and it finally went past the gag reflex that was trying to force it out. A loud gurgle rushed from my esophagus as I took him deeper. I pulled back until the head was against my lips and swallowed as hard as I could while I went down. My lips came down hard and collided with his pelvis.

“Oh god.” He moaned and squeezed the back of my head. “Now you know what you’re supposed to do.”

I repeated the motion almost

two dozen times, moving my lips so fast that I thought they were going to go numb. His cock throbbed in my mouth, pulsated in my throat, and it made my panties so wet I thought they were going to melt off my body. I continued the rhythm as I listened to his grunts of pleasure. They were like music in my ears. I let his dick go deep in my throat and even when it made it difficult to breathe, I still kept going.

“You’re gonna make me cum.” He let out a growl and tensed up. “Swallow every drop of your reward.”

As soon as the words passed his lips, I felt an explosion in the back of my throat. It was a sticky web closing off my airway. I tried to swallow, but before I could even get the first bit of it down, another geyser rushed out of him. I felt against my tongue as it moved through his shaft, but I still couldn’t prepare myself. I swallowed hard, but it was more than I could get down. My head spun as he continued to ejaculate and when I thought I was going to pass out, I had to open my mouth. His seed spilled out, dripping down his cock and onto his pelvis. I sucked sweet oxygen from the air, gasping for breath.

“You were supposed to swallow that.” He grabbed my hair and pushed my lips into the mess I had made. “Lick it up.”

I felt defeated because I knew I had failed. I tried so hard, but I just couldn’t force myself to do what he wanted. If I had more time to prepare, I might have been able to do it, but there wasn’t enough time. I extended my tongue and licked the salty semen from his cock, his pelvis, and the muscular thighs. He kept a grip on my hair until I was done. It wasn’t perfect, and I had left him covered with my saliva in the process.

“I’m sorry.” I looked up at him. “I didn’t realize there would be so much.”

“I paid a lot of money for you. I expect better.” He twisted his hand and pulled me forward by my hair. “Now, I’m going to have to punish you.”

“What are you going to do?” I felt my body trembling as I stared into his intense eyes.

“Daddy Ruck is going to have to spank you.” He grabbed my arm and pulled up until I was across his knee and lying in my own saliva.

Oh god, he really is going to beat me—just like Abby said.

“I’m sorry…” I whimpered when I felt his hand pulling my dress up my thighs.

“Sorry isn’t good enough.” He exposed my panties and then pushed them down to my knees.

“Ow!” I squealed when I felt his calloused hand come down on my unprotected flesh.

“Next time you’ll do what I want.” He brought his hand down again, even harder than the first time and followed it with another firm smack.

“Ruck, that hurts!” I squealed and squirmed on his lap.

“This is what happens when you disappoint me.” He raised his hand up high and the smack echoed through the hotel suite when it came down.

His hand felt like a wooden board each time it landed. It was so big that it covered most my ass. I was disappointed in myself for failing. I got so turned on from what I was doing that I started to focus on that instead of him. The spanking was a quick reminder that I was there for his pleasure and not my own. It was his fantasy, his money, and he decided how I spent the weekend. His hand continued to land on my cheeks, bouncing from one side of my ass to the other. It felt like someone had stuck a lit match to my flesh and set it on fire.

“I’m sorry, Ruck!” I wailed and kicked my feet underneath the fury of torment. “I won’t disappoint you again!”

“You better not, or you’ll be right back in this position.” He delivered several hard smacks in the center of my ass before bouncing backing back and forth between each cheek.

The spanking continued, even after I promised not to disappoint him again. It pushed past the point where I was squealing and I felt tears in my eyes. The beautiful makeup that hadn’t been ruined while I was going down him was smeared as my remorse streamed down my face. He finally started to slow down, but even after his hand stopped falling, my ass still burned. I lay across his knee feeling defeated, but then I felt something else—liberation. I had never felt that before. I always wallowed in the mistakes I made, never really finding a way to put them in the past.

“Am I forgiven?” I wiped the tears from my eyes and looked up at him.

“Of course.” He reached down and scooped me into his arms. “I don’t like harboring that kind of shit. I just deal with it and put it in the past.”

“Thank you.” I nodded and smiled, feeling relief wash over me.

“Your panties were awfully wet when I pulled them down.” He slid his hand between my legs and rubbed my labia. “Did sucking my cock turn you on?”

“Yeah.” I bit my lip and gasped when I felt his touch. “It really did.”

“I want to taste that virgin pussy before I fuck it.” He pressed his finger into my wetness and shifted me over to the couch.

My panties were still around my knees from the spanking and he didn’t even remove them. He twisted the fabric in his hands and tore it. He sent them across the room with a flick of his wrist and pushed my knees apart. He was like animal chasing his prey, growling as he kissed his way up my thighs and let his tongue drag across my pelvis. I felt the warmth of his breath against my clitoris and I immediately started to get turned on again. His tongue flicked against it and created a surge of pleasure that consume me. He turned over on his stomach and buried his face between my thighs, thrusting his tongue into my wetness.