“I can see I’ve interrupted something,” Jen grinned. “I’ll leave you to it.”
“Bye,” sang Lysa.
Jen blew them a kiss.
“Now, where was I,” murmured Blake. “I know, about to fuck your luscious arse.”
Blake spun round and pushed her backwards onto the bed, lifted up legs and with the broad span of his hand, held her ankles together over her head. Her bottom stuck out and he ogled her with a gleeful expression.
“What are you going to do,” she asked, biting on her lip.
“Spank you.”
“Um, why?” She leaned on her elbows, trying to edge backwards.
“You scared me to hell going up against the constable. You flirt with danger, take risks and speak your mind without thinking things through. I shall always have to spank you. Get used to it.”
She gawped at him as he lifted his hand over her bottom. Her swollen sex lay nesting at the apex of her thighs, and she knew it would be vulnerable to his sweeping smacks. She tried to kick her legs free, but his pincer grip held her tight.
“Lysa,” he said softly. “No more fighting me. Submit with grace.”
She ceased kicking and pouted instead, unsure of his intentions.
He stroked her bottom. The warmth of his palm both tickled and soothed her skin. She shivered, sighing and closed her eyes. Her knees slipped close to her chest and his pinching grasp loosened.
“Go on then,” she said.
He’d spanked her much harder in the past, but in less vulnerable positions. She flinched for the first few, surprised by the smarting slaps, which heated her bottom from a soft glow to a fiery heat. Gradually, as she accepted her situation, she anticipated each smack without tensing first.
“You’re getting wet,” he remarked. “But not enough.” He resumed and she jerked as he increased the frequency. She heard nothing but the sound of his hand striking her enflamed arse and the sharp intake of breaths. The rhythm kept pace with her heartbeats and she sank deeper into a state of carefree acceptance.
“Good,” he murmured. He let go of her ankles and she gripped her knees, holding position and spreading her legs. Opening her eyes, she found Blake with one knee on the bed next to her and the other on the floor. His body naked and glistening with a sheen of perspiration. The sight of his manly physique, his upright penis peeping out between his burly thighs—eager to use her—along with the rise and fall of his hand on her butt, made her quiver with trepidation. She anticipated his intentions, his desire to fuck her tight little hole and it made her pant with desperation.
He stopped, probed her open pussy and smeared her juices about her globes, then down between her bottom cheeks, pushing a finger inside her. She lay still, as he stretched and worked her muscles looser. One finger, two, and he delved deeper, muttering words of satisfaction, “Good girl.”
“You’re ready,” he announced, standing up. He leaned forward, took hold of her bent knees and aimed his thick cock at her
back entrance. “Keep your eyes open.”
She gazed up into his face and she lay reflected in the pits of his black eyes. With a nudge, he prised open her hole.
“Let me in.”
Taking a deep breath, she relaxed her tense muscles and gave about him as he penetrated. His face contorted into an amazed expression—his jaw dropped and his eyes narrowed into slits. His cock pressed past her natural resistance, growing harder as he leaned into her. Lysa clutched the bed sheet in her fists and clung on, her own mouth gaping.
He paused, letting her adapt, accommodate him. A brief interlude, one where he offered her a smile.
“I love you,” she said. The words rushed into her head without much forethought.
“I know,” he replied. He bent over, reaching down to kiss her lips, sliding his tongue into her open mouth. Another moment of respite before he plundered her. He eased back. “Are you ready for me?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
He lifted up, nearly extracting his erection in its entirety. She held her breath, her bottom blazing from her spanking, and waited for the wondrous sensation of complete occupation. His biceps bulged as he flex his arms, spreading her legs wider and exposing her cleft.
He expected her to surrender and she did as he drove into her, groaning, grunting with each thrust. Throughout, she kept her eyes on him, uttering her own soft sounds of delight until she came with a cry matching his own raucous exclamation of completion.
What happened after that, she did not remember much, given the number of orgasms, but Blake told her later, she’d surprised him with her stamina. He spoke with pride.