His (The Sabatini Family 1)

“No one tells me no,” I growl at her. How dare she after everything she has done? I bring my hand down on one cheek, hard. The sound echoes loudly in the room. That’s what I focus on as I give the other cheek the same treatment, back and forth until I get to ten on each.

Now I can breathe. I suck in air, lungs starving for it. As my vision clears I study the vibrant red of the silky soft skin beneath my hand. Fuck. I didn’t want to do this. I like to be rough, to lose myself in a woman, but inflicting pain doesn’t make my cock hard.

Slowly, I stroke over her skin, hoping she doesn’t hate me for this. Pissed at myself for being hard at the sight of—no fucking way. My cock jumps as it catches her scent a second before I see it. Regina is soaking

wet.

Those flimsy thong panties are so wet I can see every inch of her as if she were naked. Savoring the moment, I rub the heated flesh of one cheek then the other before slowly, very slowly allowing my middle finger to slide down the crack of her ass. I’ll be here, soon, very fucking soon. Her breath hitches as I go further down along her dripping wet pussy.

“Princess, it’s not a punishment if it makes you wet.” I groan as I remember the taste of her on my tongue. I swear it was like sucking on a damn Jolly Rancher, no pussy has ever tasted so sweet. “Running down your thighs, sweet, so fucking sweet.”

My control snaps, a growl escapes me as I tear the thong off her. I’m hungry, starving for every drop of her. I suck deep on her swollen, hot lips coated with the sweetest juice. Regina is gasping my name, pleading for more. She goes up on her tiptoes, pressing her mons against the edge of the couch. It catches my attention. No.

I bring my hand down against her swollen pussy with force.

Regina screams.

“No, Regina, this is a fucking punishment. You don’t get to come. Why don’t you get to come?” I yank her head back to meet my eyes. “Tell me why you don’t get to come.”

“Because only good girls get to come.” She pants the words.

Fucking hell, her eyes are glazed with desire. Her chest is heaving as she fights to take in air. Savage need has me pulling her down to her knees. I don’t even have to say it, she’s fumbling with my zipper, then my belt, freeing my cock.

Regina is on my cock as if she’s starving for it. God damn, she sucks me deep, humming low in her throat, getting almost half of my more than nine inches in her hot, hungry mouth. Not only am I long, but I’m thick. I’m stunned at how much she’s able to take, deeper and deeper, then ah, fuck, her teeth graze me.

I suck in air. “Slow, Regina, good girl. Such a good girl. Ah fuck.”

Her small hands are tight around the base of my cock, squeezing tight as they move up then down. I fight not to take over, she is taking her time now, learning me. It hits me, a virgin, my virgin, in three days she’ll be my wife. I’m such a fucker. This should be done a whole hell of a lot more carefully, gently.

It takes every ounce of control I have. I catch her by her chin, try to pull away, but she doesn’t let me. “Regina, sweetheart, this wasn’t a part of the plan. A part of your punishment—”

Another small squeeze of her hand around my cock, then she allows it to fall from her mouth. Her smile is stunning. “I’m sorry I ran away, again. This time I swear I’ll never ever do it again. I want to do this. I’ve wanted to do this again almost every day since the last time I did this.” Her eyes cloud. “Is that bad? Am I—”

I tighten my grip on her chin. “Don’t even start thinking like that. It’s not bad, it’s not dirty, it none of that bullshit. All that matters is you and me. What makes you feel good is what makes you feel good. The why doesn’t matter. You getting turned on by the spanking, princess, I was not expecting that.”

She blushes, I can’t hold in my chuckle. “Even though it kind of negated the whole punishment, I think we can do it again. I have a feeling as much as you promise to be a good girl, you won’t quite succeed at all times.”

Shimmering honey eyes glint up at me. “I never said I was going to be a good girl. I said I wasn’t going to run away again.”

My cock jumps, she sees it and smiles. All the air in my body disappears at that smile. It’s the smile of a woman, aware of her attraction, aware of the power she has. Grasping me tight, she leans forward and brushes her cheek against my cock. She is teasing me now.

Slow, so damn slow she licks up and down, ignoring the leaking tip. I can’t take it anymore; I take control. Her hum of happiness urges me on. Then she’s cupping my balls, massaging and I’m trying to pull out, not to come in her mouth. Regina grabs me tight, working me in and out of her mouth, swallowing with a moan of pleasure that slides down my spine.

It takes a hard minute to get control over myself. Opening my eyes, I find Regina has her hand running over her slick pussy. Screw it, she’s learned her lesson, she won’t run again. This time I believe her. I need this as much as she does.

In seconds I have her on the couch, tugging her to the edge, on my knees. Her gasp is followed by a moan of my name that feeds my cock and leaves me hungry for her cream. If she is the only thing I could eat for the rest of my life I’ll never go hungry; I’ll be thankful for this every fucking day.

Slipping my tongue into her tight channel isn’t easy. Her hips fly up even as her cunt tightens, fearful of my intrusion. I work my way in, needing all of her, then she’s grasping me tight, not letting me go. Regina is chanting my name, like a prayer. “Yes, princess, I’m your new god now. The only thing you need to please, to pray to is me, and I’ll make your every fucking wish come true.”

Eyes wide, she nods. Perfect. Mine, all fucking mine. I tease her clit, needing her to come now, to coat my tongue in her sweet cream. She comes screaming my name. I’m in agony, my cock is jerking without me even touching it. Grasping it tight, I give in to instinct and come all over her pussy. Regina moans as she runs her fingers in my come, then tugs my cock to her skin, running it over her. Holy fucking shit.

It takes a minute for me to move, to fall onto the couch beside her. My mind shuts down as I yank her into my arms, needing her body against me. She hums low in her throat as she cuddles into my chest.

Time passes, but I’m not aware of it. Gradually, I feel Regina slip into sleep. I just hold her, unwilling, unable to let her go. My phone goes off with a text, pulling me out of the weird dream state I’m in. Even though I try not to wake her, I do as I pull it out of my pocket.

“What is it?”

“The hospital wants to keep Johnny overnight for observation. He’s refusing. I need to go.”