Secret Indiscretions (Carson Cove Scandals 2)

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Ow! Oh god!” I bounced on his knee and threw my hand back to cover my ass. “Those were harder than the last ones!”

“They weren’t harder. It just feels like they were because I pulled your panties down.” Jon traced the curve of my ass with his finger and tapped my hand. “Keep this out of the way.”

“I couldn’t help it,” I whined, but I reluctantly pulled my hand away. “I wasn’t expecting to get more than five in a row.”

“You asked for a spanking—you’re getting one.” He patted my ass. “I’m the one that decides how many you get in a row, not you.”

“Okay…” I voiced my displeasure with a whimper.

“Maybe this is how you need to be punished.” He tightened his grip on my waist and pulled me back into the position I had wiggled out of. “A good old-fashioned bare bottom spanking.”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Ah!” I struggled in his grasp, threw my hand back, and would have fallen off his knee if he hadn’t quickly pulled me back into place.

“You were supposed to get five more, but since you can’t keep your hand out of the way, I’m going to make it ten.” Jon wrapped his fingers around my wrist and pinned my hand to the small of my back.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Okay, that’s enough!” I let out a loud whimper when the last one landed.

“You sure are wet for someone that is doing all of this complaining.” He pulled my thighs apart and slid a finger down to my clit.

“I can’t help it…” I moaned, and my body tensed up when I felt his finger—it was just as intense as before.

“I bet you’re going to come in a matter of seconds…” Jon started moving his finger in quick circles around my clit.

“Oh god!” The pleasure rushed through my veins, and I didn’t even have a chance to draw my next breath before I orgasmed.

It might have hurt a little more than I expected when Jon pulled my panties down and started really spanking me, but I couldn’t deny that it turned me one. The orgasm was primal and rough—like it was forced from somewhere deep inside my body that had never been explored before. It was a quick, powerful rush of pleasure, but instead of hitting the peak like I normally did when I started to come, I began to have mini orgasms on top of the first one. Jon kept rubbing—the mini-orgasms built up until my whole body jerked—and then a massive one tore through my body like a tornado that was trapped inside me. It took my breath away, made my head spin, and my vision even blurred for a moment when it peaked. I slumped forward against his knee when it finally faded, and I started to tingle from head to toe.

“I don’t hear any complaining now…” Jon pulled his finger away.

“No…” I exhaled sharply. “But if you’re not inside me before I remember how to breathe, I’m going to start complaining again. Don’t be gentle…”

Jon lifted me off his knee and put me face down on the bed. His touch was rough—which made me get even more turned on. I pulled my knees underneath my body and lifted my ass as he slid into position behind me. He entered my pussy with a quick thrust, and I thought I was going to orgasm again before he even got started. One of his hands latched onto my waist—the other grabbed my hair. He could read me like a book. He understood the difference between hurting me and making me beg for more. The lines got blurred when I was over his knee, but as soon as I felt his finger on my clit, I understood it too. It wasn’t just fascination—I craved something I didn’t truly understand until Jon brought it to life.

“I know what you were asking for now.” Jon pulled my hair until his lips were against my ear, and he didn’t miss a single thrust in the process. “You’re not leaving this bed until you get it.”

“Oh fuck!” My body seized up, and I felt an orgasm just spontaneously erupt inside me.

Jon’s dominance was no longer contained. It was unleashed on my body. I might not have understood the need that craved his rough embrace, but it flourished underneath his thrusts. They got faster—harder—and I melted into a flurry of orgasms that devoured my soul, spit it out, and begged him not to stop. I was pulled into a dark abyss of pleasure that consumed every rational thought in my head and took away the ability to feel anything except for euphoria.

My body belonged to Jon. My heart belonged to Jon. I was his in every way. I felt his cock start to throb inside me. He was about to come, but I was simply trapped in an orgasm that had spiraled out of control. He erupted—his seed went deep inside my pussy, and the pulsations from his release made my g-spot scream as the never-ended orgasm hit a peak that I never realized was possible. My mouth opened—my breath was yanked out of my lungs—and I screamed. My pussy milked Jon dry, and then the orgasm finally began to subside. Jon let go of my waist, his hand untangled from my hair, and I slumped forward—exhausted.

“Holy shit…” I muttered into my pillow.

Jon didn’t respond. I simply got his lips against my neck as he pulled his cock free, and then he fell against the mattress. He wrapped his arms around me, and I used what strength I could muster to push myself towards him. I had been destroyed, both mentally and physically. My body needed time to recover. My thoughts needed time to process the experience. Both of those things were going to have to happen while I was asleep in Jon’s arms because I couldn’t move a muscle once the afterglow settled into my veins.

I slept in Jon’s arms for what felt like an eternity, but the clock beside the bed said that only a few hours had passed when I got the strength to open my eyes. Charley would just have to forgive me for staying out later than I intended. I wasn’t sure if I would make it home before morning. The experience I shared with Jon was just too intense. In the blink of an eye, several more hours had passed while I slept, but it literally felt like I had just closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and opened them again. I felt somewhat refreshed but not fully. I rolled over in Jon’s arms and watched him for a couple of minutes, then he started to stir.

His lips spread into a smile when he opened his eyes and saw me there in his arms. He leaned forward, and we kissed—a soul crushing kiss that was filled with passion, and then he was on top of me with his engorged cock pushing into my pussy. We both needed one more trip to paradise—and we didn’t even say a word to each other as our bodies came together. Our lips stayed seared—his thrusts went from soft to thunderous—and it didn’t take long for the euphoria of our desires to consume us both again.

I’m not going to be able to leave this bed before the sun comes up…

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