“I’d be rude if I didn’t offer you a guided tour,” he said.
“Yes, that would be very rude.”
“Just a quick tour,” he promised. She followed him into the house, cursing her complete lack of willpower. Loch was harder to resist than chocolate, and that was saying a lot.
The sheriff’s house was decorated with a spare, masculine style, with handmade wooden furniture and a deer’s skull with antlers over the flagstone fireplace. A floor to ceiling window looked out on a riot of tropical greenery, with red flowering hibiscus splashed in a blaze of color amidst orange trees and palmettos.
“It’s beautiful,” she said.
“It could use a woman’s touch,” he said, bending to kiss her neck, and then nipping it gently. “Know any women who might be interested in helping me redecorate?”
She laughed. “I imagine there’s no shortage of volunteers.”
“I have very particular tastes. She’d have to be a sexy redhead with a smart mouth and a good heart and a very voluptuous body. And a fondness for spankings.”
Loch pulled Ginger up against him and hugged her, hard. “You were a very bad girl, going to the souvenir shop without asking me first,” he murmured in her ear.
“Yes, I was.” Ginger’s voice was husky with desire. “Are you going to punish me?”
“Walk over to the couch.” He released her and stepped away.
Legs trembling with anticipation, she walked over.
“Now bend over the arm.”
She did as he commanded, lying with her head turned to the side, face pressed against the sofa cushion, and her buttocks raised up in the air. She could feel the deep ache of need pulsing between her legs, and she let out a low, helpless moan. Waiting for him was sweet torture.
The sheriff grabbed the hem of her skirt and yanked it down, and then did the same with her underwear.
He slid his hand between her legs and began caressing her, fingers lightly skimming the lips of her pussy.
She let out a little whimper and shifted her weight, opening her legs wider.
His fingers probed deeper, and she drew her breath in between her teeth in a sharp hiss of pleasure.
Then his free hand descended on the round ivory globe of her right butt cheek, delivering a stinging smack.
“Oh,” she cried out, and his fingers moved faster on her pussy, strumming her clit, playing her like an instrument, as he spanked her again. And again. The stinging sensation was delicious, and she squirmed with pleasure, whimpering with each smack. His hand moved to the other cheek, warming the skin with each stinging slap, and she quivered beneath him, struggling to catch her breath.#p#分页标题#e#
“You just love to be punished, don’t you, Ginger?” His voice was hoarse with desire.
“Yes,” she moaned, “Oh, yes.”
The heat rose up inside her and then broke and flowed over her in hot waves. She clutched at the couch, fingers sinking into the fabric as she wailed her pleasure and the orgasm shuddered through her body.
“Don’t move,” he commanded, and she heard him fumbling with his belt and his pants, and then she felt the thick head of his cock sliding between the slick, wet petals of her pussy.
With a savage thrust, he speared her, forcing himself several inches inside.
She clutched the couch harder, knuckles turning white. “Yes,” she moaned, and he grabbed her hips and thrust again, sliding all the way in and holding her firmly.
“I’ll never let you go,” he said, and drew back to thrust again.
“Oh, God,” she whimpered, face down on the couch. He pumped harder, and she felt the tickle of his pubic hair against her buttocks, and the slapping of his testicles against her bare skin.
He slammed into her so hard that it rocked her body with each thrust, and she put her hands flat on the couch and braced herself, pushing back against him. She wanted all of him, wanted him to bury himself inside her to the hilt. He was so big that she could barely contain him, and she loved it, loved how it felt to squeeze his stiff cock with her muscles.
His breath grew harsher and faster, and his hands tightened on her hips, holding her firmly in place as his groans of pleasure reached a crescendo. His hot, sticky seed flooded inside her, and she felt his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm.
Finally, slowly, he pulled out of her with a groan. He pulled her up and spun her around, taking her into his arms, crushing her up against him.
“We can work this out,” he told her. “Stay here with me, Ginger.”