“Son of a bitch,” Brody swore when she not only accepted those first few slaps, but eagerly embraced them. How the hell was he supposed to resist her now? His partner, Ian, would tell him to give up and get it done and when Piper’s small hand cupped his sac and her mouth moved to roll one of his balls around with her tongue, he knew he was going to do just that. He could barely make out the shape of their bodies, but he had no trouble finding the exact spot to land his next blow.
The pain was sharper, the slowly building warmth hotter and the pleasure higher with each stroke he delivered. The harder he swatted her, the harder she sucked on his shaft, the faster his hand landed the faster her head bobbed up and down until it took a herculean effort to concentrate on his cock and not give in completely to the climax she felt building. Each smack built a volcano of sensations inside her, sensations she had never experienced before and which were threatening to sear her with their eruption.
By the time her buttocks felt hot and swollen, a throbbing heated pleasure that was reciprocated between the swollen folds of her labia, Piper was desperate for relief from the aching pain in both her ass and her pussy. Hoping she was good enough at fellatio to have driven him to the point of no return, she released him and pleaded desperately against his damp, hard flesh, “Please, Brody, don’t turn me away,” before crawling up his body and seeking his mouth.
Brody could still feel her soft flesh warming under his hand, smell the heady aroma of her arousal, still hear her soft moans of pleasure and was unable to suppress the clawing need that swept through his senses. His cock ached, his balls ached and his conscience was going to ache because he knew there was no way he was turning away from her again. But that didn’t mean he had to be happy about it.
Before her lips could latch on to his, he flipped her onto her back and stripped her bottoms off of her. “You damn well better have protection,” he snarled as he prodded her slick swollen folds but stopping just short of slipping between them.
“I’m on the pill,” she answered him breathlessly, shifting her hips to entice him to fully penetrate her.
“Piper,” he warned, his cockhead dampening from her seeping juices, urging him to press forward. “You better not be lying just to get your way.”
“I’m not, I wouldn’t. I have irregular periods. Brody, I’d never….” She stopped on a gasp as he filled her in one deep plunge. Despite how wet she was, his cock stretched her and filled her as tight as she thought he would, but the slight discomfort was nothing compared to the pleasure of his possession.
“Remember, darlin’, I tried to talk you out of this,” his rough voice whispered in her ear. “Wrap your legs around me.” The feel of her warm, soft walls closing around him almost signaled an end to this, and it was only by sheer willpower that he was able to hold back. When he felt her cushy thighs clamp around him, he almost smiled as she barely got her feet to touch across his back. She was such a little thing, he thought fondly, but with a luscious full figure that he was finding a pleasure to fuck.
Surrounded by his big body, her softness enveloped by his hardness, his harsh voice an intoxicating echo in her ear, Piper lost herself in the thrill of his rough possession. He fucked her hard, his hips jackhammering against hers as she met him thrust for vigorous thrust, the pleasure building with each hard slap of their bodies. She whimpered as he drove her higher than she had ever been, her mouth biting down where his shoulder met his thick neck to stifle her cries as the slap of their sweat slickened bodies and their harsh breathing filled the silence in
the darkness of her room.
When one hard calloused hand reached under her jerking hips and grabbed a still sore buttock and the other fisted in her hair, angling her head for his descending mouth, she lost herself in his kiss and the explosion of her orgasm. The pleasure ripped through her, consuming her from head to toe, had her grinding up against his still pistoning hips as his cock jerked with his ejaculation.
Brody was surrounded by softness, her plush body undulating under his, her hips in perfect rhythm with his, her soft cries against his throat, the warm clutching walls of her pussy soaking his dick as she milked him dry. By the time his head cleared and he managed to come down from the height of ecstasy she had driven him to, Piper was curled trustingly against him, her eyes closed, her heavy breathing slowed to more even sleep filled breaths. Grabbing the covers, he flipped them back over them. Unlike her, he was unable to slip back to sleep so easily, the struggle with his conscience once again rearing its ugly head. That struggle only got worse when the sound of an incoming text vibrated from his phone. Leaning over the bed, he fumbled in the dark until he found the phone in his pants pocket then had to bite back a curse after reading Ian’s message.
Piper pretended to be asleep as Brody slipped out of bed, then strained to hear his side of the conversation when he stepped out into the hall to make a call.
“What the hell is Sandoval thinking? Unfortunately, that’s a good point, but if something goes wrong, we’re fucked. I guess it’s a risk we’ll have to take. No, she doesn’t suspect anything.”
Piper quickly closed her eyes when he ended the call and came back into the bedroom. Instead of joining her again, she heard him rummage in his bag for clothes then leave again. Suspicions, anger and disappointment warred for supremacy as she struggled not to jump out of bed and confront him about what she heard. When she heard the start of the shower and the draw of the curtain from her bathroom, her anger won out and she slipped from the bed to search for his phone and some answers. The last text he received simply stated, ‘Party at casino before meet’. Piper knew Charles lived in Atlantic City and she knew both his cell and residence phone numbers, which was all she needed, she thought with a surge of determination, to start taking control of her own life.
The sound of the shower turning off had her hastily picking up her pajama bottoms and slipping them back on. The ache in her pussy as well as the sticky residue of their climaxes were telltale reminders of how hard Brody had fucked her just a few hours ago and how hard she had come. Her ass was still sore also and when she palmed her left cheek, she felt the slight warmth that remained from her first spanking. Funny, she thought as she padded into the kitchen to put on coffee, she had never considered she would be into anything kinky when it came to sex. After hooking up with Ted, she had just been glad to be getting laid regularly. But the two years of regular sex with her ex didn’t compare to her one time encounter with Brody. Her climax last night had been off the charts, an experience she would have denied was possible if anyone had been able to vocalize it. No one would have been able to explain let alone convince her that the pain and humiliation of a bare assed spanking could induce such a powerful orgasm. Just recalling that awesome pleasure was enough to get her pussy wet again, make her empty sheath ache for another round of rough, deep thrusts and make her buttocks clench tightly in anticipation of a stinging slap.
Unfortunately, she knew before she had overheard Brody on the phone that last night was a one-time encounter, one she had initiated and practically forced on him. That fact was reinforced when Brody entered the kitchen fully dressed, his bag packed and ready to go. Apparently, knowing he was keeping things from her concerning Charles and that he only fucked her last night because she had driven him to a point where any man would have caved wasn’t enough humiliation to keep her body from wanting him. Her eyes locked on his mouth and watched those sensuous lips tighten as she recalled how they felt against hers, how the erotic scratch of his bristles from his goatee rubbing against her cheeks and chin had added to the pleasure of his kiss. The memory made her nipples tighten and when those pewter eyes took notice, her pussy wept for more of what she knew she would never have again.
“I have to go.” Brody winced at the hoarseness of his voice, but walking into the kitchen and seeing her standing there looking so vulnerable was nearly his undoing. Of course, seeing her still clad in those emerald green silk pajamas that he found sexy as hell, her hard nipples as obvious as the look on her face, had his cock twitching to get between her legs again. He wasn’t about to compound his error or her life, though, by making that mistake again. “I’m sure Charles will be in touch and get over here as soon as he can.” What was another lie among so many?
Ignoring that comment, Piper simply asked, “Do you have time for breakfast?”
“No, I’m sorry.” Truth was he didn’t have to leave for the airport for several hours, but there was no way he could stay around here now without tossing her down and fucking her again, this time taking it slower, revealing those awesome breasts to his hands and mouth, taking the time to taste that sweet, tight pussy. He sure as hell didn’t need more memories to eat at his conscience.
As difficult as it was, Piper went to him and gave him a friendly, grateful embrace, hoping he couldn’t read her reluctance. She didn’t want him to become suspicious, maybe think she was too eager for him to leave, which she was. “Thanks for the weekend, Brody. I know you only came because dad told you to, but I’m glad you did.”
Brody hugged her back before raising her chin with one finger. “I came because I wanted to, Piper. Everything I did this weekend was because I wanted to. Remember that for me, okay?” Dropping a kiss on her small nose, he said far more casually than he felt, “Bye, darlin’.”
He walked out without a backward glance, but Piper knew she would see him again soon, as well as Charles. Because she had every intention of attending that party on Saturday.
Chapter Three
Atlantic City, New Jersey
Brody slipped his hand inside the loose halter top the young woman sitting on his lap was wearing. Filling his hand with her bare breast, he racked his brain for the name she had given him thirty minutes ago when Charles had introduced her to both him and Ian. Unfortunately, his mind was no more on her and her barely clothed body now than it had been when this party got underway over an hour ago. The thirty-fifth floor of the Empire Casino/Hotel owned by Charles Sandoval was reserved for Charles’s personal use, which included throwing parties such as this one for some of his wealthier friends and regular patrons in the casino, patrons who spent, and lost an obscene amount of money. Indulging them at these parties by providing women from an escort service also owned by Sandoval was an enticing lure to keep these particular friends coming back.
He had tried for the past five days to get Charles to cancel this get-together but he had adamantly refused, despite the fact the three of them were supposed to meet Pasquino in a few hours. Sandoval had been very careful this past year both in dealing with Pasquino and in keeping their business under wraps, so careful neither he nor Ian had been able to get enough proof of his money laundering for the drug lord to use as leverage to get him to turn on his employer. All Charles had told them about the meeting tonight was that he was severing ties with a questionable businessman and that he wanted both Brody and Ian there for security purposes. Ian and he were hoping to finally get some evidence they could use against either man to end their role in this assignment. But instead of worrying about pissing off a ruthless man like Pasquino, Charles was indulging himself and some of his very wealthy friends with one of their decadent parties. The women he employed were chosen for their willingness to indulge in just about anything, such as this woman allowing him to strip her top off here in front of a crowd of about thirty people instead of insisting on using one of five private rooms down the hall.
A soft moan escaped her red painted lips when he rolled her right nipple between his thumb and forefinger then pinched the hardened bud until it stiffened even more. “Like that, do you?” he murmured as she pushed her breast against his hand. If she was faking her response, she was doing a damn fine job of it.
Shifting on his lap, her ass moving enticingly back and forth on his hard cock, she replied, “Yes, so feel free to do it again.”