“How’d you know where I was?” she asks and starts kissing me all over my face and neck.
“Because you know how I like my side of the closet to be neat, and you’re determined to make me crazy by messing it up every chance you get.”
She giggles as she runs her hand down my body and pushes her fingers into my underwear, then around my hard cock. She leans up and whispers in my ear, “Every chance I get, Vanilla,” and licks my neck.
I growl again and lean back, taking her hand off my aching cock, and flip her over on her stomach.
“You’re just begging for a spanking, aren’t you, Tink?” She wiggles her round, fleshy ass at me and I give it one good spank. She lets out a squeak, but otherwise doesn’t protest.
“Spread your legs, I want to get at that pussy of mine while you take your spanking.”
She moans into the bed and pushes her ass up in the air while spreading her legs, and giving me access. I reach down and pet her pussy, feeling how soaked she is. “Looks like you’re needy, Tink. Anything in particular you want?”
“Do that thing you do where I cum a lot,” she says into the mattress, and I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing. I couldn’t love her more if I tried.
“Anything for you, my little fairy,” I say, and with that, I pull my hand back and smack her pussy hard one time with the flat of my fingers. She shouts, and her body tenses up, but her ass rocks back, begging for more.
It’s going to be a long week, and I just hope my dick survives it.
TAKING THE FALL
Excerpt
“What the fuck are you doing here, Cherry?” Carter growls and stands up from a metal chair.
I’ve never seen this look on him before. Well, not directed at me anyway. What should I expect though? The man is in prison and has been for four years, and still has another four to go.
I haven’t seen him since that night. The night I can’t remember. The reason I’m here.
“Did you get my letters?” I ask, ignoring his question. I sent hundreds over the years and never once did he respond.
“Yeah, I got them,” he fires back.
“But…you never...” My words trail off as the force of what he’s saying hits me. He got my letters; he just didn’t care enough to write back. The first ones started off asking what had happened, because I had so many questions. All I have is this giant blank spot in my mind driving me insane. One second I have a perfect life and the next I wake up in the hospital covered in bruises, with my mother missing, along with my bodyguard. Poof! No more Mom and no more Carter. For some reason, the loss of Carter hurt the most. After that my once-loving father turned cold. Others might have called my father cold before on account of his dealings with the dirtier elements of society, but I never thought he was…until now.
“Ever think there was a reason I didn’t respond? I threw them out. I don’t want you here.” Carter has always been blunt and to the point but he was never intentionally cruel, and never with me. He had been my bodyguard for six months before that night. I couldn’t turn around without tripping over him. Anytime I was allowed to the leave house, he was at my side like a shadow.
Shifting uncomfortably, I take him in. He’s huge. I remember him as always being big, but now he seems massive. His six foot four frame looks like it’s been chiseled from stone and could bust the seams of his prison uniform. I don’t recall him having so many tattoos either, but now every inch of exposed skin is covered in them, peeking up around the neck of his uniform. I also don’t recall ever wanting to lick them as I do now.
Slowly moving my eyes back to his face, I see his jaw is hard from clenching it. His eyes lock on mine, so green they almost look like colored contact lenses. Those blazing emeralds snap away and do a head-to-toe sweep of my body. My breath catches in my throat at the look he gives me. It was hard and deadly before, but now it appears hungry and consuming. He makes me feel naked, completely stripped.
In three long strides he’s in front of me, lifting me into his arms. Caught completely off guard, I gasp. He wraps his free hand in my long hair and pulls my head back, claiming my mouth. My fingers grab the fabric of his shirt and try to pull him closer. I feel like my whole body has just come alive. My body is overcome with all the passion and fervor I’ve felt all these years, but I don’t exactly have any experience to guide me. I’m twenty and I’ve never been kissed. But this doesn’t feel like any kiss I’ve ever imagined. It feels like he’s devouring my body with his mouth, his teeth, his tongue. It feels like Carter is ravishing my soul.