Smack! Smack, smack, smack! Leather bit into her and her response, however inane, came automatic. “Very!” she ground out, jaw clenched. Very.
Kim had never known such exquisite pain could exist. Never had a man touched her, used her this way. Never had she even ventured to fantasize over such things…
But she liked it.
Her nipples were so tight, pinched and dancing with tingly pricks, and brushing across the comforter as her breasts dangled. Her ass was on fire, her cunt creamy with desire, pulsing with need so intense she was sure she’d die from wanting.
Simultaneously, she squeezed both fists secured at her back and her pussy muscles around his fingers, grasping for control of herself. “More, Jackson!”
If this is what he was, then she could never get enough. Spank her silly. Kim loved him and she loved this.
“More,” he pulverized the word between gnashed teeth. “That so?”
And then he was gone, her request somehow having driven him away, and Kim wanted nothing more than to take it back.
“Jackson?” Without him there, the air around her flaming butt felt oddly cold, her pussy miserably empty. Abandoned. “Jackson?”
She listened to him rummaging, knew he was in the closet, but she couldn’t move. Was paralyzed by her desire.
“You on birth control?” he called out.
“Of course.”
“Good. I’ve got a condom on anyway.”
And then he was back, squirting butt-clenchingly cold liquid along the seam of her ass. Satiny Smooth.
Kim gasped, remembering those plugs, and ached in fearful yearning. Would he? Really?
“Like being punished, don’t you, Kimmy?”
She couldn’t deny it. Not when it was by him, like this.
“Answer me, dammit!” A broader, round paddle clapped against her ass, stinging, and Kim knew instantly it was the one with the holes in the shape of a heart.
Thwap, thwap, thwap! His spanking agonized, in more than one way. Fingers explored her rectum, spreading Satiny Smooth.
“Yes!”
“Yes, what?” Thwap, thwap, thwap!
“Yes, Sir!”
“Hmmm…I like that.” His pinky slid inside the tight hole he’d been investigating, inverting her world. Kim shook, so ready to come but needing him inside her so intensely. “Tell me, Kimmy, tell me how bad you are. You want me so much. Beg me to punish you.”
She’d do better than that. She’d be bad. “I told you not to call me Kimmy, dickhead!”
Thwack, thwack, thwack! The paddle came down hard, spiraling pleasure-pain through her.
“I’m not crying mercy!” she threatened. Thwack, thwack, thwack! “Call me ‘Kim’!”
His growl seemed to echo off the walls and something cool and rubbery met her anus, shoving and demanding its wide way inside, and Kim nearly came. Struggling for composure, she held herself against collapsing.
The plug settled into place and Kim half sighed, half gasped in relief, only to realize the amount he’d entered was but a nub and bigger portions were yet to come.
Jackson pressed the plug even farther, this section wider, forcing her to open for him, and Kim couldn’t help the resulting cries that mewed from her. “I’m bad…so bad, Jackson…” she relented, whimpering with need. “Punish me.”
As if she could take any more!
Luckily, Jackson knew her limits even when she did not. “Two for now, but you’ll take more,” he promised and patted her butt goodbye, leaning forward to kiss either cheek.
Settling himself on his knees behind her, Jackson brought the cock she’d desired for what felt like eternity to her pussy, aligning with her slit. Hovering there, he tortured her with his presence, making her need balloon.
Fingers clenched her right butt cheek, digging in. The other hand rested atop that plug, applying pressure.
“Kim.” That was it, just her name, whispered as if he were in pain.
Seconds of agony passed and Kim began to worry that he was having misgivings yet again—fine time for that. Her clit throbbed in rhythm with the passing seconds.
Oh please, oh please, oh please! She needed him, needed him now.
One…
Two…
Three…
Four…
Five…
Then out of nowhere, bam! That cock slammed into her and the hand riding that plug thrust, driving another nub deep.
Kim gasped in shock, in mind-blurring ecstasy as Jackson buried himself, nestling into her body as if he planned to stay forever. Pressure as she’d never known filled her ass, her cunt. Fulfillment, her heart.
Purposefully, she swung her breasts, brushing tight nipples against soft cotton. Her body shuddered, her world spun. More. She just wanted more…more Jackson. More of this intense brand of love.