Seven Nights of Sin - Lacey Alexander [43]
“More,” she heard herself say. “Fuck me.”
A gentle growl erupted from Damon’s throat, the warmth of his breath wafting over her bottom as he delivered one last gentle kiss—before the water started gyrating violently.
“What…?” she asked, opening her eyes.
She met Damon’s brown gaze in the mirror. “Turned on the Jacuzzi,” he said.
“Oh,” she sighed in response, realizing that the hard rush of water around her thighs, some of it splashing up onto her pussy, was going to make this even better.
The next thing she knew, Damon’s cock arced upward through the valley of her ass, deliciously hard as he slid it back and forth, making her thrust back against it, simply needing to feel that hot erection anywhere—everywhere.
Then, finally, he plunged his full length inside her. Just like before, they both cried out at the initial entry—but there was no rest, no adjustment period to having the stonelike column inside her before he began to drive, hard, hard, hard, exactly as he’d promised.
She heard her own mewling cries, felt the rough pleasure burst like skyrockets inside her, shimmering all the way out to her fingers and toes with every powerful thrust. Below, the water pulsated in tumultuous waves and the bubbles began to increase, growing like foamy white mountains around them.
“Yes! Yes!” she screamed, just barely able to form words but wanting desperately to let him know she loved his cock slamming into her, loved how rough and wild Damon made sex, how rough and wild he made her.
The suds in the tub continued going crazy, billowing still more until bubbles were almost all Brenna could see. It was like being fucked in a white, sparkling cloud, and she sensed the bubbles overflowing the tub on all sides.
“Are you a bad girl?” Damon asked, still ramming into her, slick and deep.
“Yes!” she cried.
“Do you need to be punished?”
“Yes! Oh yes!”
With that, he brought the flat of his hand down to slap her ass as he delivered the next hot thrust.
“Oh!” she shrieked, the sensation heightening all others.
His hand came again, again, spanking her as he fucked her, the whole act turning her weak as a baby even as she drank in every ounce of delight. Never in her life had she experienced such overwhelming physical reactions that blocked out every emotion, every thought, leaving her body only to revel in the pure carnal joy of it.
She heard herself crying out, felt her ass driving back against him, her body responding without her thought or consent. Not that she didn’t consent. She’d never enjoyed anything more in her life.
Until the spanking stopped and his hand slid over her hip and down into her cunt.
A deep moan left her as his fingers sank into her folds, rubbing her so expertly that she didn’t even care how many other women he’d had to touch to learn to do it so well. No man had ever caressed her with such skill, so much like she would touch herself, in hot little circles, applying the perfect pressure each time his fingertips passed over her clit.
His hot cock still drove into her from behind and, just like his fingers, delivered perfect strokes.
Music still echoed from the outer room, but all Brenna heard now were Damon’s groans as he fucked her and the sound of her breath growing heavier, harder, as she lost herself in sensation.
“Oh God,” she heard herself murmur. “Close, baby. Close.”
She was going to come. It was so, so near.
His cock, his fingers, working together, almost as one, pushed her further, further.
“Oh!” she cried when the climax hit, rolling through her in warm, enveloping waves that shook her, made her want to collapse—and Damon must have known that because while one hand still stroked her slit, his other arm circled her waist, supporting her.
And it was just