Page 11 of Punished by the Cowboy
“Rub your clit. I want to you to come. I want to feel your tight pussy spasm around my cock.”
She shifted and reached between her thighs, and Jacob gathered her braids in one hand and yanked hard enough to make her squeak.
The smell of her arousal beckoned him, and he imagined gliding his tongue through her folds and swirling it around her sensitive nubbin until she writhed shamelessly against his mouth.
Next time, perhaps. And there would be a next time, he would fucking make sure.
Satisfaction coursed through him as he pounded into her slick, tight pussy. His mind replayed the spanking. The mental visual of slapping her bare bottom escalated his feverish responses, and the pace of his strokes increased to a brutal point.
Black spots dotted his vision, and his balls tensed and quivered white hot. She groaned underneath him as her pussy pulsed and contracted around his cock. The sensation of her walls constricting pushed him over the edge and into a powerful release that sent shockwaves through his whole system and left his arms and legs tingling and weak.
When his senses returned, he pulled out of her and disposed of the condom before she tried to rise up. She looked as spent as he felt, and he marveled at the passion they had shared.
He led her toward the same chair he’d spanked her on and cradled her in his lap like a little kitten. She clung to him, as if for dear life, and the floral scent of her shampoo mingled with the unmistakable scent of sex and fulfilled desires.
“Did you learn your lesson, young lady?” He employed the same stern tone he’d used earlier.
She met his gaze and gave him a shy but beautiful smile that lit up her entire face. “Oh yes, Mr. Spanko Cowboy. I won’t be late for our next date, and I shall endeavor to behave myself at work, too.”
He pulled on one of her braids and leaned so close their noses almost touched. “I’m sure I’ll find another reason to punish you, and no doubt in the very near future. This spanko cowboy has lots and lots of rules.”
