Page 226 of The Reason I Married Him
He grunts and then says, “You better come quick.” He spins me around and guides me down onto the stairs. He strips my leggings down to my knees, then I hear him unzip his jeans.
“You’re playing with fire today, Aubree,” he says as I hear him stroke himself. “But fuck, how could I say no.” He props one foot up on the stair above the one he’s standing on and then angles my ass in the air before he smacks it so hard that I yelp. Soothingly, he rubs his hand over where he spanked me and says, “You okay?”
Pleasure rips through me as I nod. “Again,” I reply.
“That’s my good girl,” he says before spanking me again. I can feel my entire body convulse with pleasure from his hand.
“More,” I say, and thankfully, he does it again.
And again.
And again.
Until I can feel my clit throbbing between my legs.
“Wyatt, inside me. Now.”
His hand smooths over my backend before he props it up again. He spreads my legs just enough that I can still hold the stairs in a good position and brings the head of his cock to my entrance.
“My baby is so fucking turned on,” he says as he enters me, one inch at a time. “Jesus Christ, this pussy.” He sinks farther and farther until he can’t go anymore.
And he stays like that for a few seconds, stretching me to the point that I feel like I wouldn’t be able to take any more.
That’s when he spanks me, startling me so much that I clench around his cock.
“Oh fuck,” he drags out. “Fuck, Aubree. Baby.” He grunts and takes a few deep breaths. “Christ, I’m going to come fast.” And then he spanks me again, causing me to clench once more on a groan.
“Wyatt.” I rest my head against the stairs, my entire body lit up, teetering, waiting for more.
“What, baby? What do you want?”
“For you to fuck me,” I say, my body humming.
“Then hang on,” he says as he thrusts so hard into me that my face nearly collides with the stairs, but it’s just the right force that I need.
“Yes,” I moan. “Just like that.”
From the corner of my eye, I can see him gripping the stairwell as he starts to pump feverishly into me, his hips flying so fast. As if this is the first time we’re ever having sex, and he can’t get enough of it when, in reality, this is normal for him.
This need.
This drive.
This sense of complete loss of mind as he searches out both of our orgasms.
It turns me on.
It gets me hotter.
It builds me to the precipice as he pounds into me stroke after stroke until I can’t hold on anymore.
“Oh my God, Wyatt, I’m there, please . . .”
He pulls out of me, and before I can gasp in displeasure, he brings his large body between my legs and spreads me only for his tongue to stroke at my clit. Fast flicks that cause everything around us to go black.
The pleasure is too much.
My orgasm too strong.
