Page 49 of His Ex's Little Sister
And the bigthingstoo.
“Check the back of the guitar,” Itellher.
Her eyes widen as she stares over at me. “There’smore?”
“Just one morething.”
Robin lifts up the guitar, gingerly flipping it over. She catches sight of the envelope stuck to the back of it. “Whatisthis?”
“Openit.”
The tears flow freely when she does. “Omagad omagad! Two tickets to Nashville, and a half-day, all-inclusive recording time slot at RCA Studios. Including a top producer? You did thisforme?”
“Actually, the idea was mine, but the execution was by one of our clients. Consider it a thank you from Mason Industries for the part you played in stopping anarsonist.”
She closed the guitar case, and once it’s safely on the coffee table in front of her, she jumps into my lap and wraps her arms around my neck. “Thank yousomuch.”
“I’m glad youlikeit.”
“I love it. I think you’ll love Nashville when we fly outthere.”
“Oh, I’m not going. The two tickets are for you and yourguitarist.”
“What? Really!” she squeals, peppering my face and neck with morekisses.
“Of course. Just make sure you let Barclay know there’ll be hell to pay if he lets anything happen to you outthere.”
“He’ll be good.” She jumps out of my lap and grabs one of my hands. “So…didn’t we rush back here to settle the issue of someone gettingpunished?”
I throw her over my shoulder and waste no time carrying her to the bedroom. Lowering her into my bed, she rolls over and gets on her hands and knees. Robin knows the drill. I smile and lean over her, releasing a hard, loud smack on one ass cheek through her jeans. She croons out a moan that tightens my balls and stiffensmycock.
“You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?” I ask with agroan.
She looks back at me and nods. “I love a good spanking in the morning,” sheteases.
“I love doling it out on that ass,” I confess. “But if you ever stop enjoying it, you make sure and letmeknow.”
“Probably not until I’m old and shriveled up. Spank me,soldier.”
We’re perfect together. I don’t want to remember what my life was like before Robin sang that first chord about a month ago, and I’m certain that it would be holy hell without her now. Some may say we barely know each other, and if they were to ever say that to my face, I’d tell them they’re deadwrong.
She wiggles her ass to get my attention, and sits back on her knees to undo the waistband of her pants. That triggers a race to remove everything we’re wearing. I only win because the clasp of her sports bra gets caught in her hair. Getting in behind her, I help her out by cupping my hands over her breasts as she gets her hair untangled. Okay, I helpmyself.
Robin pushes her ass back into my groin, covers my hands with hers, encouraging me to massage and tease both nipples in synchrony while my dick gets a sample of what’s to come. I’ve been craving her since we left my place this morning. I’ll have to limit the spanking and part those ass cheeks in shortorder.
I slide one hand from her breasts, down her stomach and let it settle at her mound. She hisses out a sigh, and on her own, bends forward again, with her butt sky high, the invitation for me to do what she likes me to do. I crash my hand down on one ass cheek, then the other, and repeat about a dozen times until only scarlet handprints cover her backside. The sight drives me out of my mind, until I completely lose my cool. Fucking her hard is the only option. Grabbing her hips, I line up my throbbing cock at her tight, drenched folds, get a condom on, and pull her ass back, sinking into her. She’s just as ready, jerking her body back and creating an instant push and pull rhythm that webothlove.
In no time, her inner walls pulsate and tighten around my shaft. She’s about to come. I thrust in and out of her, picking up the pace, and not stopping, even when she lifts up slightly, sticks her ass out some more, and reaches her hand up and back into my hair as she finds the angle that multiplies and expands her orgasm to itsfullest.
Her muscles are out of control and her body is weak and trembling from pleasure. I continue to pound into her pussy, and when the tension in my balls builds up to an unbearable mix of pain and heat and pleasure, I take advantage of the proximity of her neck, clamping my lips to it as I spillintoher.
Lowering her to the bed without coming apart from her, I close my eyes, bury my nose in her hair, and enjoy the calm ease of relaxing withmygirl.
“You know I’ll be ready for more in no time, right?” she asks in awhisper.
“I sure do,” I whisper intoherear.
“You’d better, because my flavor of punishment involves lyrics,” shejokes.
