Page 31 of Such A Good Guy

“I’m yours to command, queen,” he said in a normal voice, like you would order a beer, but then he took both my hands in one of his and bent me over a chair right in the middle of the goddamn hotel breakfast nook.

With the other hand, he reached up under my skirt and hooked his finger around my thick hose, dragging it down to my knees in one swift motion.

“Luke, what the fuck!” I cried, trying to pry my hands off the table with no luck.

Then he pulled my skirt up, exposing my little lacy thong.

“Oh, how pretty.”

“That’s not for you!” I shot at him, my face flaming.

Oh god, he was going to take this as encouragement, wasn’t he?

“You know I’ll do anything you ask,” he said, and his hand curled around the tiny waistband of my thong.

With another firm pull, he drew it down my thighs, and my pussy was so wet he had to peel my panties away from my cunt as my cheeks flamed with embarrassment.

I felt wicked and dirty with my pussy exposed and my thong between my knees. My skirt was flipped up so that anyone walking in would see me bent over the table with my ass in the air.

“I was just joking,” I yelped, trying to pull out of his hands, but the only thing it accomplished was me backing ass-first into what felt like the biggest dick I’d ever encountered.

Fuck, I didn’t think they made them that big

And he drew his hand back and then swung it forward, a sharp, firm slap that seemed to echo through the entire lobby.

The spank was such an unexpected sharp burst of pain that for several moments I was stricken fucking silent with shock.

I was bent over and held so firmly that his bossy fingers had brushed my pussy, and with my tiny little thong down it was embarrassingly evident how wet I was.

He drew back his hand and spanked me again, that big palm spreading across both cheeks to give me the full power of his arm.

It stung like fuck, and he rubbed his hand soothingly across the stinging flesh.

“You’re still a good girl,” he whispered in my ear, and I felt my core start to liquidate, embarrassingly slick pussy lips and wet thighs.

I was getting embarrassingly aroused.

“Luke, if you don’t stop, I swear to God!” I begged.

“Luna, you said you wanted me to spank you,” Luke pointed out, spanking me again, just as fucking hard as he had the first time, a whistle through the air and that big hand landing on myass and jolting my body forward, so that I would have gone face first into the table if his other hand hadn’t been pinning me in place.

The motion jarred and shook my tits, and I looked down at them, shocked at this angle to see that they were swollen, overflowing out of my bra that was hanging on for dear life, straining the buttons of my collared shirt.

Under my horrified eyes, I saw a button pop off and fly like five fucking feet away.

My breasts ached all over, and I suddenly felt wound tighter than any human being could possibly survive.

I realized with a furious shock that I was almost going to come just from his big hand on my ass.

After each hard smack, he soothed and caressed my ass, his hand roaming with torturous pain over my throbbing cheeks, his fingers delving between them and brushing against my needy pussy, with just enough pressure to drive me right to the brink but no further.

“I’m going to kill you!” I hissed again, not wanting to wake up the whole hotel and he only chuckled.

“Baby girl, you should be resting,” he said, bafflingly, and then my pussy bumped against the chair in front of me and just that brief, hard pressure made me explode, crying out with a strangled choke as my body rocked over his hand with tight, hard waves of pleasure.

Luke made a strangled, surprised grunt as I filled his hand with wet, slick relief, and suddenly I felt his cock begin to twitch behind me. Before I could die of shame, I ripped away from him, yanking my hose up over my red and throbbing ass, and I ran away and down the hall to my room.

CHAPTER 9

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