Page 46 of Over the Line

“I’m begging for an orgasm, Sir, not for you to stop!”

Rapidly, he moved from spanks to squeezes to teasing her swollen clit.

“Finger-fuck me, Sir.”

Had she already learned he could deny her nothing, especially when she was breathlessly pleading with him?

Wanting nothing more than to satisfy her as she’d pleased him, he slipped a finger into her then he pulled some of the dampness backward to lubricate her tightest hole.

She held her breath and clenched her muscles.

“That behavior will not be tolerated.” He placed two fingers in her pussy, gathering some more of her feminine arousal. “Open up.” He stroked her, encouraging her to lose the tension.

“But…”

“Did that sound like a suggestion?”

“No, Sir,” she said miserably, complying with his command.

He kept up what he was doing until she trembled, then he worked a finger inside her ass.

“Argh!”

“That’s it.” He adjusted himself to trap her legs, upending her a little more in the process, forcing her to put one hand on the ground.

He thrust in and out, pausing occasionally to spank her thighs.

As she started to cry, he pressed a thumb against her clit and continued his relentless pounding of her rectum.

“Oh, Sir…”

“Come for me.”

In an instant, she did, clawing his pant leg, feverishly pumping her body. He encouraged her along, drawing out her orgasm until she went limp across him.

Offering soothing, nonsensical words, he withdrew his finger, then helped her turn back over and sit up.

“That was… Heavens, Sir.” She curled into him in a way she hadn’t before. “I feel scalded.”

Whether she realized it or not, she was letting down her guard with him, and he cherished that. “That can only mean one thing. You need to cool off. In the river.”

“Are you serious?” She glanced around. “I don’t have a swimsuit or shorts.”

“We have all the privacy in the world out here.”

As if considering, she pressed her lips together. “Regardless, we’re in the Colorado mountains, which means it’s going to be as cold as hell.”

“Yeah.” He grinned. “Your nipples will stand up and beg for attention. That alone is reason enough for me. Don’t tell me you’ve never skinny-dipped?”

“Of course I have. In a pool and the ocean.”

“But not in a river?”

She shook her head.

“And yet you live for adventure.”

“I guide white water rafting tours. I’ve ended up in the water more than once, which is how I know it’s frigid.”