Cousins: An Alpha Bad Boy Romance(60)

The slaps on my ass grow a little firmer. A little louder. Which immediately sends a gush in between my legs, so I am able to slide down a little further.

"That feels so fucking good. A little further baby." He says with a mouth full of my nipple.

With deep concentration and my eyes tightly shut, I continue to ease my way down and am almost full to the hilt when I feel a hard smack on my butt.

"Eyes on me Duchess."

He's a genius, because that smack was just the little push I needed to come completely down.

Oh. My. God.

I feel full and stretched beyond measure, but it also feels utterly amazing.

He starts using both of his hands to knead my ass cheeks, which helps my hips build a rhythmic rocking momentum.

Forward and back.

Forward and back.

After a few minutes, we start to find a mutual cadence. As I work my hips forward he pulls me back down, and I feel as if I'm having an out of body experience as he strokes me over and over. I'm doing it. I'm riding him. And now I'm also starting to feel that familiar tension build down below. The tension I've only felt when Roman is about to give me one of the most delicious orgasms ever. This is another first for me. I've never come while having sex, and I think it's about to happen. Now Roman is using his hands to speed things up and bouncing me gently up and down. Up and down. I'm still looking at him. I'm totally concentrating on his face. I'm trying to stay focused and not come.

It's intense, and it ain't working.

"You better not be coming Duchess." He warns with the sexiest grin on his face.

He needs to shut up. The more he talks, the more I'm about to frackin' come. Everything that comes out of his mouth right now is making me crazy. I'm starting to see that this is part of his game. He wants me to fail.

"You better ask for permission Duchess." He says fervently.

I don't know what to say. I barely say anything during sex, much less know how to start asking for shit.

He smacks my ass and I gasp.

"You know what's coming if you don't ask permission baby. Last chance."

It's too late.

The jackass was talking too much. Everything he says is a turn on, so I scream loud enough for his neighbors to hear, and the orgasm is so frackin' powerful that I feel a rush of adrenaline straight to my head and it almost knocks me dead on my ass.

Nope. I'm dead.

Death by orgasm.

"I have one rule." He rumbles after catching his own breath.

I know, I know.

"And you broke it."

He quickly lifts me up and lays me across his legs on my stomach. He gives me a throw pillow to rest my head on, since my bottom half is on his lap. I notice that his dick is still rock hard and still sheathed in the condom. I can't believe he didn't come yet. Wow.

"Now for your punishment Duchess."

"What are you some half ass Dom–"

One of his massive hands comes down like a hammer on my left ass cheek and I yelp.

"Ow!"

He doesn't say sorry or ask me if I'm ok, but just continues smacking on me. On the right cheek, then the left. Right. Left. Each one hurting a bit more than the last. I count seven slaps on each cheek when he finally stops to abruptly slide a finger deep inside of me. I don't think I can tolerate another orgasm. I'm pretty sure I'll pass out. Yet somehow I think that's the point. Part of the punishment.

I'm definitely learning. Roman is kinky and dominant and delicious.

"I knew you'd be wet," he mumbles. "Perfection."

Just when he lulls me into full-blown horniness again, here comes another smack.

Whack!

"Masterson–" I whine in between tears and ecstasy.

No response from him. He just continues with another seven smacks on each cheek, then another round of finger fucking. My bottom is burning but the fingers inside me seem to level the pain out with an equally pleasurable sensation.

At this point I'm screaming, but I'm not sure for what. To stop or to keep going?

Finally when the next slap comes, I come hard.

It's brutal.

It comes in waves this time and it makes my pussy pulse over and over.

I'm spent.

Afterwards I curl in a fetal position on Roman's lap, curl my arms around his waist, and close my eyelids. I know I shouldn't, but this was the closest thing to euphoria that I've ever experienced, and I want to be close to him. That is until I feel Mr. Tibbs' cold blue eyes staring up at my warm brown ones. I know it sounds nutty, but there's something about the way he's watching me that makes me start to feel self-conscious. Like he's judging me.

"You okay Duchess?"

I start to rustle around.

"Yep, just probably should get going home."

"Home?"

"Yeah." I can't bear to look him in the eyes.

"It's the middle of the afternoon. Why the hell are you leaving?"

I pick up my bra and tank top, ignoring his question, and politely ask him where the bathroom is.