“Very naughty, Julie.”
She was equal amounts turned on and outraged as she realized what he was about to do. Her squirming recommenced. “Don’t you dare!” she shouted, slapping his leg.
He smoothed his palm over her bottom. “Will you tell me why you won’t stay the weekend with me or not?”
“No,” she bit out, knowing full well what he was about to do and excited by the taboo prospect.
“Too bad,” he murmured seconds before swatting her left butt cheek.
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nbsp; Julie jerked, then froze. “You did not.” Her skin stung a little, but it wasn’t painful as much as it was stimulating.
“I did.” Sam sounded a little surprised himself. “I’ve never spanked a woman before, but I can see the appeal now.”
“Well, I can’t. Let me up!” she cried out, needing to be angry with him. The idea of playing the naughty girl to this dominant man was too tempting an opportunity, though. Besides, hadn’t she been the good girl long enough?
He rubbed his hand over her bottom, effectively soothing the spot he’d swatted. Then he dipped his fingers between her thighs, and she knew he would encounter wetness. “You’re turned on,” he growled. “Admit it.”
When she didn’t answer, Julie knew Sam had his answer. “Why won’t you stay the weekend with me?” he asked again. “Tell me, and I’ll let you up.”
Julie’s skin tingled in anticipation of what would come if she denied him. There was only one word she wanted to say. “No,” she moaned.
Sam swatted her twice more. First one cheek, then the other. Julie dropped her head against his leg and whimpered at the stinging pleasure. “This is so wrong,” she breathed out.
“You like this as much as I do, don’t you?” She offered nothing but silence and heard him groan. “So damn stubborn.”
The observation didn’t sit well, and she attempted to kick him but missed. “I’m not stubborn,” she ground out.
“Sweetheart, you’re as stubborn as a mule.” He paused then added, “And if you don’t tell me what I want to know, I’m liable to come in my boxers.”
Julie reached beneath her hips and cupped his hard length in her palm. “Oh, God, I love your cock.”
“Christ, you’re killing me, woman,” he muttered as he thrust his cock into her palm. Julie squeezed, relishing the way he thickened even more. “With your ass facing me, tempting me, I’m ready to self-combust here.” His palm coasted over her stinging skin. “And knowing how close you are is making me want to fuck you. Hard.” His hand left her and came down once more, harder than before.
She moaned his name, and her pussy dripped with her need to come. When Sam pulled her ass cheeks apart and pushed his index and middle finger inside her pussy, Julie cried out, widening her thighs. “Yes, Sam. More, please.”
“Ah, that’s my sweet girl.” He pumped her pussy, slow at first, then faster. When she squirmed, rubbing her clit against his thigh, she nearly flew over the edge. Sam used his other hand to swat her buttocks. “Be still,” he gently ordered.
“Please, let me come,” she begged, beyond caring about her own pride in that instant.
“You will, I promise, sweetheart,” he whispered as he finger-fucked her. “I could never deny you.”
Little by little, Sam’s fingers penetrated her until they were buried deep inside her hot pussy. She shuddered and pushed against him as she fondled his cock through the cotton material of his boxers.
“That’s good,” Sam groaned as he danced his thumb over her clit. He used one hand to hold her in place while he caressed and squeezed with the other. He seemed to have all the time in the world, teasing her body and bringing her higher with each stroke.
“My sweet little rose,” Sam murmured, his fingers moving in and out.
His boxers dampened with his pre-come, and Julie desperately wanted to pull the material away and feel the silky hardness of his cock in her palm. When he alternated between slow and fast thrusts, her mind splintered. All rational thought fled as her need for release rushed in and took over.
As Sam held on to her, he flicked and toyed with her clitoris. Julie screamed as her climax surged through her, sending her skyward. It was fast and unexpected, and Julie lost all sense of time and place for several seconds.
Once her body collapsed, Sam gently pulled his fingers out of her and lifted her until she was perched sideways on his lap. She snuggled against his chest, her juices coating the insides of her thighs. Her butt stung a little as she nestled it against Sam’s hard dick. Her lungs burned as if she’d run a marathon. She felt him brush the top of her head with his lips before he wrapped one had around her nape, urging her to look at him. When their gazes caught and held, he whispered, “All I want is to sink my dick inside your wet pussy right now, sweetheart, but first tell me why you won’t you spend the weekend with me. Pretty please?”
Julie kissed his chin, enjoying the feel of his stubble beneath her lips. She felt his arms tighten around her. “Talk to me,” he said, his voice hoarse.
“Because I’m afraid,” she said, giving him nothing more than the brutal truth.