Page 56 of Anton
Marcie moaned, and her fingers brushed the waistband of my jeans before dipping down to rub my erection through the fabric, making me jolt and buck into her hand with desperate need.
I ripped her joggers down in one swift motion, my movements hurried and desperate as I pulled them off her feet. Her skin was soft beneath my touch, every inch of her feeling incredible under my hands. I kissed her again, deeper this time, harder, as if I couldn’t get close enough. She met me with the same urgency, our bodies colliding in a fevered rhythm.
She squeezed my cock and my vision whited out. “God, honey,” I muttered against her lips, as I frantically tugged my own clothes off. “You drive me insane.”
Turning her in my arms, I pushed her over the saddle rack, her chest pressing into the sturdy wood, her body arching slightly as I yanked her hips toward mine.
“You feel so fucking good,” I growled against her ear, my voice rough and thick with desire. My hands roamed, grabbing her waist, her hips, the curves of her body like I couldn’t get enough of her.
Her breath came in sharp bursts, the sound of it mixing with the rhythmic pounding of my pulse in my ears.
I slid my hand down her bottom, squeezing the cheek before sliding it around to the front. My fingers grazed the soft skin of her inner thigh before slipping between her legs, finding the sweet, slick heat of her. Her breath caught, and I heard the slightest gasp as I pressed my thumb against her clit, circling it with the pressure she craved.
Marcie’s body trembled under my touch, and she moaned, her hips pressing back into me, eager for more. I replaced my thumb with a couple of fingers and moved faster, more insistent, feeling her grow wetter and more desperate.
“Anton,” she whispered, her voice strained, trembling with need. Her fingers gripped the saddle rack as I kissed her neck, her body arching up into my hand, pushing herself into the pleasure I was giving her.
“You like that, don’t you, honey?” I asked, continuing to work her hard little nub.
“Yes, Anton,” she cried.
“That’s not what you say, honey. It’s yes, sir,” I said, spanking her bottom hard. She squealed in shock.
“Now say it like a good girl. You don’t get to come until you do,” I growled and spanked her other cheek.
“Yes, sir!” she practically screamed as I spanked her again, her body trembling with desire.
“Good, girl,” I cooed as I slipped a finger inside her, stretching her just enough before I added another. I worked my fingers in and out of her, the slickness making it easier to slide deep, using my knuckle to work her clit at the same time, each movement pushing her closer to the edge.
“Come for me, Marcie,” I murmured against her ear, my fingers hitting the spot that made her body quiver.
Reaching up with my other hand, I tugged on her nipple. Her breath hitched as I pumped my fingers faster, harder, playing with her nipple all the while, and then, with a shuddering cry, she came—her body clenching around my hand, the rush of her release making me almost come with her.
“You came for me so well, honey, and were such a good girl calling me sir,” I murmured against her ear. “I think you deserve another reward. I’m going to fuck you until you scream my name. You want that, don’t you?” I whispered, my teeth nipping at her earlobe, as my hands reached around to play with both of her nipples this time, pinching and rolling them, making her moan softly.
“Yes, sir,” she groaned, the sound going straight to my rock hard cock and making it pulse painfully.
Pushing her forward until she was bent over the rack, her bottom raised, the slight darkened colour of her skin a reminder of her recent spanking. The picture of her like that was almost as intoxicating as the memory of coming inside her. I couldn’t resist leaning over her, brushing my lips against her neck, feeling her pulse beneath my mouth. “Want me to take you until you can’t walk straight?”
“Yes, sir,” she groaned again, grinding that tight little bum against me.
I held her down, her chest pressing harder into the saddle rack, lining up my cock at her entrance, I rubbed it through her wet folds, trembling at the feel of her slickness coating my blood-engorged shaft. The contact sent a wave of need crashing over me, but I held back, teasing her, wanting to hear her beg again.
“Beg me for it,” I whispered, my voice dark and commanding as I plucked and twisted her nipple, watching her eyes flutter shut in pleasure.
“Anton,” her voice was breathless, raw. “Sir, please.”
“You need to beg me harder than that, honey. Show me how much you need it,” I coaxed, barely holding on to my sanity as I waited for her to comply, my cock twitching with the effort to resist burying myself deep inside her as I continued teasing us both.
Her body shuddered beneath my touch, and her hips rocked back, desperate for more. “Please, sir,” she gasped, her voice raw and pleading. “Please, I need you so bad. Don’t make me wait.”
That was all I needed to hear. I grinned, my hands gripping her hips, pulling her back against me, as I breached her entrance, feeling her tremble around me. Slowly, I pushed forward just a little, enough to make her gasp and me moan.
“Good girl, Marcie honey,” I growled. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
She arched her back, pressing herself harder against me, a soft cry escaping her lips. “Please, Anton… sir, I can’t wait anymore. I need all of you, now.”
I could barely hold myself together, my entire body tense with the need to claim her fully. With one final push, I slid deep into her, her tightness surrounding me, every inch of her squeezing me so fucking good.