Page 170 of Owned (Office Intrigue Duet 8)
He plopped down, jerking me with him. I didn’t have a fighting chance, finding myself laid across his thick, muscular thighs, my bare ass high in the air. Instantly, I planted my hands on the floor to avoid nose-diving into the hardwood. Before I could get myself in position, his hand came down with a resounding thwack.
To my shock and utter horror, I came, my entire body shuddering as the orgasm plowed through me.
From.
A.
Spanking.
“Fuck, that was beautiful,” Talon whispered, his hand rubbing the spot where he’d spanked me. “Let’s try it again.”
I didn’t have time to argue before his hand began raining down on my ass. Every smack hurt like the devil, but at the same time, it sated something I’d been craving, something I hadn’t even realized I wanted. As for why he was spanking me, I had no clue, nor did I really care.
“You ready to beg for my cock, dirty girl?”
I didn’t answer him, wanting him to continue. Every smack had my body vibrating, whimpers escaping as pain began to bloom as my skin grew more sensitive.
He continued as he’d promised he would, didn’t let up when I started to whimper and sob. Not once did I tell him to stop, though, and I held off on begging for as long as I could. Eventually he won, just as we both knew he would.
“Please,” I whimpered.
“Please what?”
“Please, fuck me, Talon,” I begged.
No sooner were the words out of my mouth than I was jerked upright, straddling Talon’s thighs as his mouth crushed to mine.
In that moment, I could feel nothing but him. His lips, his hands, the hard ridge of his erection pressing between my thighs.
While he fondled my breasts roughly, exactly how I liked, I fumbled between us, eager to guide him where I needed him most.
“Sit on my cock, you dirty little slut,” he ground out, the words so rough they scraped against my raw nerve endings.
Even the derogatory term made me burn hotter.
If I thought for a minute that I had an ounce of control, I was wrong. I lifted myself up, guiding his cock right where I needed it. I intended to lower myself leisurely on this thick, iron-hard flesh, but I didn’t get a chance. Talon gripped my hips and jerked me down, his cock driving so far inside me a flash of pain shot through me and I screamed.
And then he didn’t let me move.
I whimpered, desperate for more, pressing my forehead to his, muttering pleas for him to let me move, to let me sate the overwhelming ache inside me.
“What do you need, dirty girl?”
“You,” I whispered. “I need you, Talon.” I wreathed my arms around his neck as I latched onto him, crying because this felt so good it overwhelmed.
Talon’s arms came around me, those nurturing, safe arms holding me tightly, kissing away my tears.
“I’m here, baby. Right here. I’ve got you.”
He made love to me then, protecting me, holding me, loving me like only he could do.
*
TALON
I wasn’t sure what had come over me, what had compelled me to spank Braelyn the way that I had. It hadn’t been in my plan. Hell, I’d never even thought about it. I’d gotten caught up in the moment, perhaps another first for me. Usually my scenes were well thought out, and at the very least, I had an idea of what would happen.
Nope.
Not this time.
Now, as I held Braelyn to me, my hips rolling as she sat astride my cock, I felt some deeper connection to her. I wanted to remain like this forever, skin to skin, soul to soul. She affected me in ways I never expected, made me feel things I’d been oblivious to my entire life.
“Talon…”
“Right here, baby,” I whispered against her neck. “You feel so good.”
Another whimper and I could tell she was close, her pussy fluttering over my cock.
Her arms untwined from around my neck. When she sat up, I released her, as well, watching as she arched her back, bracing herself with her hands on my knees. I reached up, curling my fingers over her shoulders, holding her in place while I pumped my hips, driving my cock up into her as she rode me. She was so fucking beautiful, her long hair grazing my legs as she rocked.
“Come for me, Braelyn. Let me feel you.”
“Talon … oh, God, yes. Please…”
I pumped my hips faster, still maintaining the gentle lull of our bodies against one another.
I not only felt her release but saw it as her muscles tightened, her nipples puckering tighter as her body clamped down on mine. I didn’t even attempt to hold on any longer, letting myself go, filling her as she fell into me.
I kissed her head, holding on to her once again, content and satisfied as only she could make me.
