She’d noticed he’d pinkened it when he’d been eating her last night as well. The memory sent a flush of heat through her pussy, making it tingle nearly as much as her spanked ass. Everything started to buzz pleasurably down there.
She started when Rill placed a hand on her burning right buttock. He was so large that he held the whole thing in his hand. Beneath her lower belly, she felt his cock leap and swell in his jeans.
She craned her head around and glanced warily at his face. An intimidating snarl shaped his firm lips. His eyes blazed. Good God. She’d been right in thinking he appeared to be taking her haircutting attempt as a personal affront. He looked as insulted as if she’d just spit in his face. A feeling of shame burrowed into her awareness.
He said nothing, but he lifted his forearm from her back and placed his hand at the back of her head. He pushed until her forehead hit the couch cushion. Katie lay there in his lap, her breath coming in jagged pants, her eyes wide in anticipation as he slid her panties down to her thighs.
He began spanking her again, but this time it was different, and both of them knew it. She didn’t sit still for this, either, but her wiggling wasn’t entirely for the purpose of escape. She found herself waiting for the friction of his popping palm, getting excited by the taut smacking sound and the resulting prickling sensation in her flesh.
Besides, when she squirmed, she traced the contours of Rill’s straining cock with her flesh.
The smacking sounds filled the room as he spanked her again and again. Finally, Rill grew tired of her frantic movements.
“Hold that ass still, Katie, or I’ll hold it still for you,” he muttered tensely.
Katie bit her lower lip and moaned. Her pussy was wet. She could feel the air licking at her moist, sensitized flesh. She couldn’t believe she did it, but instead of just holding still, she raised her ass in the air for him, making herself a target for his hand. He made a growling sound, low and ominous, and Katie raised her bottom another half inch in the air.
He spanked her with rapid, firm strokes. Katie tried to stop herself from moaning, but she wasn’t entirely successful. As if he’d considered the sounds exuding from her throat an invitation—which perhaps they were—he released his hold on her back and spread his palm over the lower curves of both of her ass cheeks. He pressed up slightly, exposing her pussy.
He plunged a long, thick finger into her slit.
She heard his stunned curse as if through several feet of insulation. Most of her awareness focused on the sensation of him moving his finger in her pussy. She pumped her hips to get the friction she needed. She felt so hot, so damn horny, that she distantly wondered if her whole body would incinerate with a loud pop and a sizzle.
After enduring a minute of her thrashing, Rill gave a low growl of frustration and swatted her bottom again.
“Keep still.”
Katie forced her muscles into immobility, but it was hard to do with Rill’s finger lodged high up in her slit and her hot flesh seemingly melting around his penetration. She whimpered at the effort. Perhaps he took pity on her, even in his angered state, because he began to massage her clit while he finger-fucked her briskly.
She broke in orgasm. Jolts of pleasure tore through her. The sound of flesh smacking flesh rang in her ears as Rill stimulated her cunt and popped her ass with his palm.
It was really too much. Katie wasn’t even sure what was happening, entirely, a moment later when Rill heaved his body to the edge of the couch.
“Oh!” she cried out in disoriented surprise when suddenly Rill stood and she was flying upward in the air. “What . . . the hell . . . are you doing?” she asked brokenly in confusion when for a second she was airborne. She fell back neatly in Rill’s arms a second later, this time facing upward. She stared up at him in shock, her body still vibrating in anticlimactic pleasure.
He’d just flipped her in his arms like a pancake on a skillet. Rill’s face looked rigid and strained above her. Was he still furious?
“If you don’t know the answer to that, Katie, you’re a lot stupider than I thought.”
Twelve
The living room and the hallway soared past her vision. When he reached his bedroom, he lowered her to a foot above the bed and let go. He was already working her panties and skirt over her leather boots before she’d settled from the bounce on the mattress. He seemed fixed and determined. By the time he’d grabbed the hemline of her blouse and jerked it over her head without unbuttoning it, flinging it onto the floor carelessly, Katie realized with a thrill of excitement that Rill wasn’t mad at her.
He was in a fever pitch of arousal.
He whipped off his flannel shirt and tore his T-shirt over his head, exposing a broad chest with a smattering of dark hair and powerful, flexing shoulder and arm muscles. He bent to tear at his laces, kicking off one boot impatiently. Katie started when he kicked and the other leather hiking boot hit the wall with a thud.
“Take that damn bra off.” His blue eyes flashed at her, causing Katie to sit up as if she’d been shocked. She reached around to unfasten her bra. Excitement pooled in her belly and spread like a wave of heat to her pussy when Rill reached for his button fly.
He stood after jerking off his jeans and boxer briefs. She paused, her bra unfastened, her hair spilling around her and her booted feet planted on the mattress. Had she thought he’d been in a fever of arousal?
More like a frenzy.
For a split second, neither of them moved as Katie stared at his cock protruding from his body. Had he really gotten that inside her before? It looked thick and heavy . . . flagrantly beautiful. Her fingers itched to touch him, to hold that long column of vibrant, sensitive flesh in her hand . . . to feel Rill’s life force throb beneath her fingers.
But Rill seemed to have something else in mind.
He lunged for the bedside table and opened a drawer.