Spankable Susan (4 page)

Chapter Two

Devin reached beneath his wife’s reading chair and removed the present he’d bought for her. He’d waited all day in anxious arousal, and now, his wife, his gorgeous milk-chocolate beauty sat in front of him with her heart-shaped ass in the air. His eyes traced the downside of the heart’s tip as it blossomed into two glorious halves of smooth, velvety brown. She knelt on all fours in expectation of his usual hand spanking. Normally, he’d smack her ass with his hand and make those beauties glow to a nice warm cocoa.

Ah, but he had a nice surprise for his baby today. He waved the slick black paddle in the air. A grin etched farther across his face, and he mentally thanked his brother, Dillon, for sending it to him. An early anniversary present and a little something to keep the heat fired in their bedroom, the glossy onyx black paddle wasn’t too heavy or too light.

The pent-up anxiousness zipped across his skin.

Crouched down with her hands spread flat against the cool sheet, Susan’s knees dug down into the thick, pillow-top mattress. With her ass in perfect position, she leaned downward more, her cheek brushing the bedding. She blew out a sigh and giggled.

“I have been a bad girl, a very bad girl,” she whispered. “So smack my ass. Smack it!”

Devin didn’t smile, because his throat had gone too damn dry to even form words to reply to that. Oh, he’d like nothing better, and he sighed.

“Hurry up. Hurry up. Hurry up,” she chanted, low and soft.

 
Devin tightened his hand around the paddle and stepped back from those glorious buttocks.

Smack!

“Ow!” Susan shouted and started, scrambling a bit from him. She pushed herself up and turned to him, those delectable amber eyes wide with surprise. A mixture of torment and ecstasy shone from her face. “What the hell was that?”

He held up the paddle. “A new gift.”

He palmed her left buttock and caressed her. Her eyes began to close in the warming swirls. “You like how it felt? That sizzling heat made your clit tighten and throb, didn’t it?”

“Yes,” she hissed in pleasure. “Do it again.”

Hell yeah.

His paddle fell once more onto her right cheek, sending her surging forward. Her flesh felt warm against his hand, and he couldn’t help it, he pinched the round globes and watched in complete fascination as Susan squirmed.

His member could break bricks it was so damn hard just watching her. So spankable, Susan’s ass had been the first thing to snare his attention when they’d met. Her laugh came next, and soon after he’d fallen in love with every inch of her luscious body and her big, giving heart. But her round, full bottom had been what caught his attention, the gate opener, and even after six years, Devin found it quite marvelous.

Smack! Smack!

She didn’t know from which direction he’d land the paddle, and she purred deep in her throat each time the smooth onyx met her soft mahogany skin. Each
smack
sparked a fresh burst of passion in his phallus, and already a low ache in his balls spoke to the fact he’d played for too long. And yet, he couldn’t tear his eyes from her ass—now the rush of blood ringed her dark skin with burgundy, like a fine blush not across her facial cheeks, but her southern ones.

“Love you so much,” he whispered and paddled her ass again.

Her rose-stained ass seemed to blush beneath his gaze and his well-placed smacks.

“Please, baby, please,” she panted, and it only served to stir his arousal even higher.

“Please what?” he coughed out, nearly growled it. “Say it!”

“Fuck. Me.”

“What? Louder!” he demanded though he’d heard each damn syllable.

“Fuck. ME!” Susan shouted at the top of her lungs.

He swallowed the groan down into the pit of his stomach and got on his knees behind her. He took the paddle and turned it so that the handle was facing her. Holding the wider part, he pressed the slick handle to Susan’s wet pussy lips. He slapped her inner thigh and she parted them wider, giving him greater access to her universe.

The rounded edge of the handle glided over her swollen folds.

“This what you want?” he asked her, knowing it wasn’t, but not yet ready to stop teasing. He wanted her to beg for his cock, and once she got it, he knew she wouldn’t relinquish it until they both came screaming.

Jutting out like a small cock, the paddle’s handle rubbed across her clit, and Susan squirmed. Her hands grabbed the sheets into fistful of bedding. Her eyes still closed, she looked so beautiful and sexy. This was why men did things like fight duels, abandon millions, and work eighty hours a week—for this. Susan could make whole governments crumble and entire civilizations denounce their religious beliefs with that one expression on her face.

“Damn you,” she muttered as he pushed the paddle’s handle into her core.

He pressed his face against her ass and kissed it as he fucked her with the paddle’s handle. Swept up into the rhythm he set, Susan pumped the handle.

“You. More. You!” she panted out among the cooing sounds of pleasure.

For one brief second he thought to keep on teasing her, but the low ache in his balls wouldn’t keep any longer. He stood up and tossed the paddle on the bed beside her. He thumbed the head of his cock, and using the pre-cum dribbling from him, he worked it around his rigid phallus.

Sweat beaded across her back, her shoulders and across her face.

“Tell me what you want.”

“You.”

“Correctly, Susie baby.”

“I want your COCK!” she bellowed.

He rewarded her correct answer with the very thing she wanted. Parting her moist heat with the bulbous head of his rod, Devin nearly lost control and came right there. He’d nearly waited too damn long, but he managed to control it. For now, but he wasn’t going to be able to hold on for too long.

Without waiting, he slammed his member in as far as it would go. The hot wave of her pussy’s snug canal flowed through him. He heard Susan gasp and moan in response. He held her waist with one hand and grabbed her ass with the other. He squeezed, feeling the smooth flesh spill out of his hand.

Slowly, so very slowly, he pulled nearly out of her, before ramming back into her heat again.

And again.

And again.

Chapter Three

Susan’s breath came in little pants of pleasure. All she could feel was him—his cock—inside her, filling her so completely, so fully, she could hardly breathe—except in tiny sips of the sweet, sex-soaked air. Every delicious inch of his dick pushed against her cervix, smacking it gently like his hand, and lord that paddle has plowed her outer flesh. She lowered her ass to give him even deeper penetration, and she couldn’t stop herself from slamming back onto his fantastic phallus. Stuffed with him, Susan pressed her lips together to stay the swell of incredible lust knocking against her throat. Sweat drenched, she wiped her face on the sheet and rubbed her engorged clit in time to Devin’s thrusts.

Grabbing her hips to steady her accelerated pace, Devin rammed himself into her, completely caught up in the enormous pleasure she too felt. His fingers dug into her softness and held her firm. The power of each stroke shoved her into the mattress and stole her very breath like a seasoned thief. He left her only enough oxygen to shout. Each cry seemed to stimulate him more and prodded his cadence to increase its speed.

Fine with her—she liked it fast and hard.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” she shouted with each sensual and forceful stroke. Her words blurred and blended, becoming something of a chant, a prayer, a song of absolution—she didn’t know. He plunged into her passage with determination.

He continued to sink his rod into her, filling the wet, quivering space between her legs with his hardened member until nothing mattered except the sensations skating across her flesh and her nerves. He was everywhere, his breath on her neck, his hands on her waist, his thighs slapping impatiently against hers—even the trail of hair on his lower abdomen brushed the space between her ass, tickling and tormenting her at the same time.

She hazarded a glance back at him and spied his brunette hair plastered to his face. Face flushed scarlet, his eyes bore into her backside. She doubted he even saw her watching him. Veins stood out on his neck, and his teeth clenched together as if holding back the roar swelling inside him. She closed her eyes again. All five senses had been captured by Devin—the sound of his growling pleasure, the feel of his thick rod stuffed into her snug passage, the feel of his hands on her waist, the taste of his mouth still lingering on her lips, the aroma of the sweat-sex soaked air, and the sight of his lust-filled eyes.

“God! I fucking love you!” he growled against her ear, licking her lobe as he leaned down. His breath hot against her neck only made her shudder against him a moment before he stood back up.

Smack!

Her ass warmed from the smack of his hand. It burned straight through to her love button. Hot waves crashed through her as she furiously rubbed her slippery nub. Her fingers swirled around her clit in time to his passionate plunges into her well. Each part of her body screamed for release, each nerve squealing as if on fire from the pressure building in her lower abdomen.

Smack! Smack!

This time he selected the right cheek. The blow shot a pulse of pure pleasure through her like lightning. Her clit stiffened in response.

She could tell from Devin’s growling that he was close.

So was she.

“Make. Me. Cum!” she managed through her dry throat. It was like all the liquid in her body had pooled in the apex between her legs.

“Magic. Word.” Devin ground out against clenched teeth.

“Please!”

He snorted and the pace sped up so fast, she didn’t have a moment to catch him. He smacked her ass with his hand again and again, the swats coming so quickly she thought she’d explode.

And she did.

“Oh shit!”

Sweat glistened across her body, and her muscles went taut as the world burst wide open in dizzying swirls of lights and colors. Spasms rocked through her, setting her vision to tilt. The world winked out of existence for a few hot moments before crashing back in.

Her pussy’s muscles clamped down on his cock and milked his stone tool for all its worth. The roar Devin tried to keep at bay broke through and filled the room with such a thundering cry, Susan’s nipples ached as they hardened even more, and she couldn’t help but smile as hot cum sprayed into her snug well, overflowed her canal, and slipped out and raced down her thigh.

She looked back at Devin.

His eyes were shut and his head thrown back as the throes of his orgasm washed over him. Held tight in its grip, he couldn’t even move, let alone acknowledge her. She smiled at the sheer, unguarded passion on her husband’s face. She never tired of seeing him pleasured and fulfilled.

She pushed herself up to all fours and Devin gripped her waist harder, thrust into her warmth once more and held her fast to him. Still. She had to stay completely still until the last echoes of his release dribbled out of him.

Feeling ever naughty, Susan bucked out of his grasp, spun around and took his cock into her hand, and slipped the sensitive head into her mouth, sucking the last of his pleasure into her mouth. His entire body spasmed in her hands and he whimpered something, but she ignored it. One lick, two licks, three, before he grabbed her shoulders firmly and croaked out, “Enough.”

She smirked at him and he shook his head at her, but he did smile.

They collapsed to the bed, drenched in their mutual glow.

Devin bent down and kissed the top of her head. He pushed her back until she was lying on her back and climbed onto top of her. He used his arms to keep his full weight from crushing her as he lay on top of her, his legs on either side of her, his semi-erect rod on her belly.

Those beautiful blue eyes bore into hers, and he breathed. “Like that?”

“Yes,” she whispered, throat burning from the shouts and cries her passion had ripped from her. “Hell yes.”

“Me too,” he confessed with a small chortle in his throat. “Thank you, baby.”

He kissed her lightly on the forehead and rolled off of her. Lying beside her, he leaned on his left arm, wrapped his right arm around her waist and guided her to her side, spooning with her. Sticky and hot, her skin seemed to be aflame, but was wet. As uncomfortable as she felt, she let Devin hold her close to him. They could be hot and sweaty together.

He nuzzled her ear with those heavenly lips, and her nipples hardened in response to his mouth. He kissed her again on the cheek and nestled his head on top of hers. He folded her into his embrace and squeezed her to him as if he wouldn’t let her go—ever. She smiled and closed her eyes again, feeling her muscles throb and her blood slow as fatigue overtook her at last.

And she slept the sleep of angels.