Embraced (Bound Hearts #6)

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He held her steady, his hands exerting pressure on her hair as he deepened his strokes, driving into her suckling lips, his body tightening, sensitizing…

“Son of a bitch. Suck it, baby. Suck my dick, Marey. Take it all.”

He felt the first hard pulse of semen as it shot from the head of his cock, splattering against the back of her throat as she began to swallow, moaning and twisting against him as he buried in deeper and gave her all he had. Harsh, rapid jets of seed spewing into her mouth, only to be caught by her hungry little tongue and consumed until he had nothing left to give.

He pulled back from her then, ignoring the soft cry of regret as his cock pulled free of her lips with a hollow little “pop”.

“Come here.” He urged her to straighten as his hands went to the metal snap of her jeans. “Kick your shoes off for me, baby.”

He was pushing the waistband over her hips, going to his knees and burying his face in the soft flesh of her stomach as she shuddered in his grip.

“Your mouth is destructive,” he whispered before allowing his tongue to dip out and probe at the shallow indention of her navel as she struggled out of her sneakers. Then he was pushing her jeans to her ankles, lifting her feet free and opening his eyes to stare up at her.

“You were a very naughty little girl,” he drawled as his hand stroked up her leg to curl around the curve of a buttock. “Do you know what naughty little girls get?”

Her eyes darkened further, almost black now as he caressed her ass.

She shook her head sharply, her lips parted as she fought to draw in air. She looked dazed, almost uncomprehending as he licked at the damp, rounded flesh of her belly.

“They get spanked,” he whispered then, watching her eyes, her expression.

Curiosity and trepidation filled both.

God, he couldn’t believe how innocent she was, so sweetly untried that it would be the same as taking a virgin. Something he had never dreamed would turn him on until now.

He rose slowly to his feet, pulling her to the bed and sitting down as he stared back at her.

“I’m going to spank you,” he told her, relishing the very idea of it. “I’m going to make your ass and your pussy burn so bright you’re going to scream for me to take you. To fuck you until you can’t breathe for coming.”

“I will now,” she gasped, her engorged, hard-tipped breasts rising and falling sharply.

His cock jerked at her rough declaration.

He glanced at the crotch of her panties. A silky thong that left her ass bare and clearly showed the dampness seeping from her pussy. He was going to bury his mouth there and see if it was possible to lick her dry. His mouth watered at the thought.

“You will anyway.” He pulled her to him, drawing her down across his knees as she shuddered, the soft curves of her ass clenching.

Stretched over his lap, her head hanging down, her feet lifted from the ground, his hand smoothed over the soft, creamy perfection of her ass. He lifted the little band of fabric from the cleft of her butt, grimacing in raging lust as he parted the cheeks of her ass and glimpsed the small, delicate entrance to her anus.

Tempting. Tight. His cock clenched at the memory of being buried there.

He returned the material to its resting place, smoothed his hand over her butt then lifted it for the first soft blow.

She flinched, crying out at the first small smack. Not pain, he could tell by the arch of her sweet backside that it wasn’t pain. Or at least, not a pain she didn’t want to experience again.

The erotic, sensual burn on her butt was driving her crazy. She could feel her flesh heating, absorbing each small smack as it tingled and ached for more. She had never known anything so sexual, so completely naughty as being bent over Sax’s knee, her ass burning from each erotic blow.

“You flush so pretty,” he praised her, his voice dark and rough as another burning caress was applied to her rear. “A soft beautiful little blush.” She shivered, jerking and crying out as he landed another soft blow.

It wasn’t painful. It heated her flesh by degrees and sent sensations whipping through her body with lightning fast precision. Each little smack heralded a sharp, burgeoning ache in her pussy, making her juices flow from the ache deep inside. Her clit was swollen, throbbing, desperate for his touch.

“So pretty, Marey.” His hand smoothed her buttock a second before he smacked it again.

She writhed on his knees, pressing her pussy into his thigh and whimpering with the rising demand vibrating there. She was burning. Each well-aimed, carefully timed smack to her rear only increased the flames.

“Sax, please…” she finally wailed as the next, firmer tap sent her senses careening. She jerked, shuddering as a burning lash flayed her clit and sent fiery fingers of sensation to attack her womb.

Her pussy was soaked. She could feel the juices clinging to her flesh, dampening her panties. Fire burned her from her ass to her cunt, making her writhe with a lust she hadn’t thought was possible.

Before she could gasp, he lifted her, turning her in his arms and depositing her on the bed as he came over her. His cock stood out from his body like a flesh and blood lance, the tapered head glistening with pre-come.

His lips came down on hers again. A hard, deep kiss that had her moaning, twisting beneath him as her hands gripped his shoulders and her hips lifted to him.

“Not yet,” he growled, his voice rough as his lips moved to her cheek, her neck. “Not yet, Marey. I’ve waited too long for this, I have no intention of rushing it.”

“Sax, you’re burning me alive,” she whimpered.

It wasn’t supposed to be this good. How was she supposed to survive losing something that felt this good, and he had even taken her yet.

“You’ll burn brighter before I’ve finished,” he warned her, the dominance in his tone making her shiver in anticipation.

His hands cupped her breasts then, lifting them to his lips. She watched, spellbound, as his tongue curled around the stiff peak of her nipple, licking at it, sending lightning-bright sensation shooting to her clit.

She convulsed with the pleasure, shuddering beneath him as he sucked the tender tip into his mouth, rasping it gently with his teeth before sucking it firmly. Her head twisted on the mattress as she fought to breathe. Arousal pulsed through her body like a hard electrical current, sensitizing her nerve endings, whipping through her bloodstream and driving her closer to an edge of pleasure she could never have imagined.

“Damn, you’re exquisite,” he growled as his lips began to roam lower.

He spread her thighs wide as he licked and kissed his way over her midriff, her abdomen, growing steadily closer to the steamy pussy covered by little more than a scrap of silk.

Silk that a second later ripped beneath his hands.

Excitement burst through her bloodstream, anticipation electrified her flesh.

She stared down her body, watching as he pushed her legs apart a second before he licked his lips and lowered his head.

The first firm, broad lick of his tongue through the drenched slit of her pussy nearly threw her over the edge into climax. She shuddered in the grip of pleasure, crying out hoarsely as she lifted her hips, begging for that final stroke that would throw her over the edge.

“Not yet.” His voice was raw, carnal lust. “I’m going to taste you first, Marey. Every soft, slick, sweet inch of this delectable pussy is mine now. And I promise you’ll never forget it.”

She screamed a second later as his tongue plunged inside her. There were no gentle preliminaries, no warning. She was empty, then she was filled, his tongue stroking inside her as his hands gripped her buttocks and lifted her to his mouth.

He sucked at the juices that flowed from her, hummed his approval of her taste and her response against her clit until she was begging, screaming. She was dying in need of him.

“Please, Sax.” Her hands gripped the comforter with desperate hands. “Please now. I can’t stand it any longer.”

He moaned against her flesh, his tongue suddenly flaying her clit, lashing at it with devilish greed as the pleasure grew and grew toward the explosion that would rip through her and destroy her mind. Her eyes widened, her lips opened to scream but all that emerged was a hoarse, brittle cry as her orgasm built, exploded through her with a force that left her convulsing, her muscles locking in desperate sensation as he came over her.

“You’re not finished yet, Marey.”

She felt the broad head of his cock press against the tender opening of her pussy, and while the spasms of her climax echoed through the clenching flesh, felt him begin to push inside her.

“Damn.” He grimaced almost painfully as she arched, a throttled scream tearing from her throat as fiery pleasure-pain assaulted the muscles of her pussy as he began to stretch them open. “You’re so fucking tight, baby.”

She couldn’t stand it. She couldn’t survive it. She felt every inch of his erection as it tunneled inside her, stretching apart unused muscles, stroking nerve endings she didn’t know she possessed.

The previous climax wasn’t given time to die away or to abate before he began building the next one. Marey stared up at him, her eyes locked with his, bemusement whipping through her as she gasped, tried to beg but could only cry out as he shifted against her and wedged tighter and deeper inside her.

“You feel like wet silk. Hot, tight wet silk.” His voice was a hoarse rumble as he breathed roughly above her, but his words…his words had her pussy convulsing around him as more of her juices eased his way.

Retreat, reenter. Retreat, reenter. Pulsing, throbbing strokes opened her tender flesh as he thrust his cock inside her. In and out, probing, deepening, wringing gasping screams from her throat as each stroke drove her higher.

“Oh, baby,” he whispered as he lowered his head, kissing her lips, her neck. “Do you know how good this feels? Your pussy tightening around me, milking me like an erotic little mouth, sucking me in even as it tries to force me out.”

His voice was so deep, so rough it was like a physical caress, stroking over her, inside her.

She bucked against him, driving him deeper as they both moaned in rapture.

“Hold on to me, sweetheart,” he whispered at her ear then. “I’m going to take all of you now. Every. Sweet. Fucking. Inch.”

She screamed as he drove inside her the last few inches, filling her to the hilt with heat and hardness, with fiery pleasure and the rasp of pain. One hand held her hip as the other lifted her closer to his chest as he began to move.

This wasn’t fucking. She didn’t know what it was, how she was supposed to describe it, but this wasn’t what she had done with her ex-husband. This was primal, elemental. She hung on to his shoulders, her nails biting into his flesh as each stroke seared her cunt and set her clit on fire.

She moved beneath him, pushing against each thrust, driving him deeper inside her as she writhed on the impalement.

“Yes,” he hissed at her ear. “Fuck me back, baby.”

His hips rotated, his pelvis stroking against her clit as a white, bright light began to glow at the edge of her vision. She couldn’t stand it. She couldn’t breathe, she wouldn’t survive the pleasure.

“Fuck me,” he snarled at her ear again as he began to fuck her harder, driving inside her, pushing her higher as she slammed her hips back at him.

“Sax. Sax, please…oh God… Sax, it’s too good…too good…” She felt the crescendo rising inside her. Her womb tightened, her clit began to pound with a steady hard throb until she exploded.

She felt herself come apart in his arms, over and over again. It wasn’t a single, terrifying explosion, but multitudes of them washing over her, convulsing her entire body beneath him as a strangled cry wailed from her throat.

Another hard thrust as she heard him groan, his head lowering, his hips driving his cock deeper, harder, and she felt the first torrential explosion of his semen inside her. Each hard blast of his release had her shuddering in renewed pleasure as it echoed within her own climax.