Naughty Tonight(11)

“I love you,” she couldn’t stop herself from sputtering on a whimper—for that, she knew, he would punish her. And she wanted him to.

“Damn you, Kimmy.” Pulling back, he lunged full force into her. “Damn you, you’re mine now.”

And he proved it, driving into her hard and furious, without mercy, taking her to the hilt. Taking her—as if she weren’t given freely—over and over and over again, his bare hand thwacking her ass, spiraling fire through her. Punishing. Promising.

Because it wasn’t enough—it could never be enough—again she vowed, “I love you.”

Again he damned her.

Her body recoiled with his every powerful thrust and Kim fought to stay on her knees, battled for the strength to ram herself against him, smacking her clit to his balls as he spanked her ass.

As if he sensed her struggles, his free hand came up, gripping and tangling her hair. Tugging her head from the mattress, forcing her chin up, he suspended her in midair, holding tight. Her scalp prickled, pain pulled, and he propelled those hips faster, harder, giving her more. Taking more.

More, more, more…

“Yes, yes, yes!”

Kim’s tilted world began spinning out of control, whirling and blurring with pleasure so intense, all manner of control tossed the way of her shirt back at the party and she was certain she was about to fly right off her axis. Hurtle into space.

She bucked and cried, shivered and tingled, and just when Kim was certain she could fly no higher, Jackson muttered, “Damn you,” and ceased his spanking, jamming fingers between her butt crack and pushing the plug past the final nub.

Kim lost it. Went completely wild, sucked into a tunnel of ecstasy, her pussy rippling and squirting around his cock as she came and came. His thrusts never slowed, milking her orgasm for all it was worth until she turned to putty in his hands, replete.



Jackson lowered her to the bed, releasing his grip on her silky strands. His hand meandered down her back, worshipping.

Kimmy. His Kimmy. How wonderful she was.

His heart tied in knots at the thought of losing her—unavoidable in time. Their friendship was solid. But love? Worse—as he’d surmised when she wouldn’t tell him where her internship was—long-distance love?

Love never lasted. Was too ugly to chance.

They’d have a few great honeymoon days together. Maybe months. Maybe even years. Then the fighting would start. The cheating. Worlds would crumble. Kids might even be involved. Be hurt.

No. To entertain the thought was as much torture as losing her right off. Jackson closed his eyes to the reality of the situation and molded his palms to the adorably round globes he’d spanked, flaming red and marked with his fading name, and inhaled the heady scent of their lovemaking. It wafted heavy in the air, thick with pussy. Her pussy, a fragrance he never wanted to forget.

His Kimmy.

If he was bound to lose her, then have her he would. Thoroughly and completely.

On his knees between her legs, he edged his thumb to that plug, outlining it, and smiled when she whimpered at his touch and he witnessed the stretched ring of her anus clench in—

In what? Anticipation? Nervousness? Fear?

She had to realize what he was about to do, but though she’d never voiced it aloud, Jackson was certain no other man had taken her in this manner. A fact he relished.

She was ready for him—he’d ensured that—and have her this way he would. He wanted Kimmy to scream his name, to know that this part of her, this dirty side he’d never imagined, was his…all his.

Pulling her back onto her knees, he claimed the rubber stopper in his grasp, turning it inside her just for fun.

Kimmy went wild, head and breasts thrashing on the bed. Jackson twirled it again and she cried out, clutching those handcuffed fists. Pounding them against her back as if it were so good she couldn’t stand it. “Yes, Jackson! Yes!”

As if she were answering him before he even asked.

“Good girl,” he murmured, giving the plug a small tug. “I know you want me to take you here, don’t you?”

With a gasp, Kimmy craned her neck, staring at him with those big beautiful brown eyes.

“Shhh…” he encouraged, easing it from her body. “You want to be mine? Well, I’m not done with you yet.”

His other hand stroked her clenching butt cheeks, massaging her tense muscles, imploring her to relax as he removed the plug and took his time doing it, every once in a while giving it a twirl, loving the way she whimpered in delight. His. All his.

Once it had slipped completely free, he smacked her ass hard in promise and crawled from the bed. To the closet and back he darted, depositing the plug on a tissue and regaining his Jackson paddle and lube and the sex clamp that would ensure her ultimate orgasm. Given he was about to spank and fuck the hell out of her ass, she deserved some pleasure too.