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“Fuck! Yes!” Her ponytail long since undone, Emma’s dirty blonde hair spilled across the bed beneath her as she eagerly nodded. Thus encouraged, Mitch playfully smacked the other cheek, sending more ripples of flesh cascading across his lover’s writhing body as the bed creaked from her grinding, greedy sex.

“Hmmm,” he teased, lifting his hand once more. “Not sure you’re getting the message?”

“Not at all,” Emma gasped, arching her back as if offering even more of that perfect ass for him to gently discipline. “I think I need just a little more scolding, don’t you?”

He responded with another whack. From higher this time, and just a little harder, the “slap” sound echoing through the night but not loudly enough to cover up the erotic moan that burst from between Emma’s tightly pursed lips. “Jesus. Yes!”

Mitch stifled a laugh, to hear his sweet, sexy neighbor gasp and moan and beg for more. He gave Emma just what she wanted, growing harder and stiffer and wetter by degree. A slap here, a whack there, love taps growing increasingly fonder as her pale, rippling flanks grew pink from the effort, little swatches of raw, red flesh aglow in the lamp light.

When at last her gasps had turned erotic, her moans singing directly to him, Mitch leaned in to kiss her silent. She turned to face him, drawing him closer until their bellies danced against one another’s and he pulled gently away. “Now,” he teased, winking as he slid onto his back and lowered himself along the bed. “If you’ll kindly sit on my face, I’ll try to beat our personal best, okay, hot pants?”

Chapter Fifteen

Emma

“Beg your pardon?”

Emma gasped, feeling the bed quake beneath her sore, aching belly as Mitch slid into position. “You heard me,” he grunted, sounding more masculine than playful, more demanding than teasing. “What would spring break be without a little face sitting, huh, babe?”

“Jesus!” All the same, Emma could hardly deny her body’s response, nipples stiff from the light spanking and pussy drenched from the velvet promise of Mitch’s long, hot body splayed out atop the bed. She admired the way his skinny prick danced atop his belly button, even as she rose to a kneeling position atop the big, king-size mattress.

“You know you want this,” Mitch murmured, breath warm across her thighs as his face appeared almost gaily between them. “My lips against yours,” he encouraged, making more than just her mouth weep with every salacious syllable. “My tongue dancing along your folds. You screaming out my name as you come, over and over again. It’s the perfect way to break that record of yours. Maybe even set a new one?”

“But I’ve never...” Even as she said the words, she watched Mitch’s eyes widen.

“Never?”

She shook her head, trembling hands gripping the headboard for some support as she came to terms with the utter, late-night debauchery he was offering. “No,” she confessed. “He wasn’t into ...mypleasure. Only his.”

Mitch winked, his cheerful face somehow at odds with his sexy suggestions. “His loss, babe,” he said, convincing her that it was, indeed, her ex’s loss.But would it be Mitch’s gain?she wondered, kneeling above the poor boy’s face and hovering mere inches away from his big, puffy lips.

“Mitch, are you ... sure?”

Their eyes met despite the ridiculous position, Emma kneeling over her young lover’s face, Mitch peering up with a leering grin, literally licking his lips as he nodded eagerly, mussed brown curls framing his chiseled features where his head rested atop one of her fussy white pillowcases.

“Were you sure about being spanked?” he asked.

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