naughty thoughts.
'Well, I guess you'll just have to spank me then.'
3
Spank her? Was she fucking kidding? Obadiah had had all he could take. He prided himself on his control, but honestly, how much was a man supposed to endure before he took the carrot a woman dangled in front of him? His lips found hers in a brutal kiss. One meant to punish more than seduce. He was way past the seducing part. Following her home had been the worst mistake he'd ever made. In the privacy of her house, the intimacy it afforded, there was no way he could keep his hands off her. Hell, he didn't even want to try.
Fortunately, Megan seemed to have the same problem. She fumbled with the buttons of his shirt before simply yanking it open. Buttons flew in all directions as she pulled his undershirt from his pants and up his torso. Her hands slid underneath the shirt easily, sliding up his body only to rake down his pecs in a sensual abrasion.
Obadiah lifted his head and bared his teeth. There was no way he was getting out of this with his virtue intact. Like he fucking cared! He'd wanted Megan since puberty. He might not be able to keep her, but he was damned sure taking what she offered.
Eagerly, he whipped the silky top she wore over her head. Flawless milk chocolate skin greeted him. Her breasts were barely contained in the lacy bra. Ridding her of that one little thing seemed the most important thing in the world. Thank God she had a front clasp. There was no way he'd have been able to fumble with a back clasp and would have had to leave the scrap of material. He didn't want that. He wanted Megan naked when he fucked her.
The tempting peaks of her nipples were too much of a beacon. Calling to him like a siren, Megan urged him to her breasts, threading her fingers in his hair and pulling him to her. Obadiah sank to his knees, cupping the rounded mounds in each hand, sucking and licking at the hard peaks while she writhed and cried out.
God! He'd never been with a woman so responsive! This was a woman who wanted the pleasures he offered. She saw something in him she desperately wanted and Obadiah was more than willing to indulge her.
Soft, smooth skin greeted him at every turn. He kissed and licked his way down her stomach to her naval, dwelling for a few moments at the indenture where she had the little dangling jewel. He swirled his tongue around the little charm, pulling and tugging gently until he felt her tremble.
He unfastened her jeans then, sliding them down her legs and caressing all that silky smooth skin as he went. She toed off her pumps so she could step out of the pants. The lacy thong that passed for underwear was next. When she stepped out of it, Obadiah put the garment in his pocket as he looked up and smirked at her.
When he continued his exploration of her body, down her belly to above her mons, he finally understood why they called that particular area of flesh the 'happy trail.' Obadiah was certainly happy when he reached the end of it and plunged his tongue between the silky lips of her cunt.
Megan screamed, widening her stance. Obadiah wedged his thighs between her legs, needing all that hot cream she spilled. Ever the impatient one, Megan hooked one leg over his shoulder, bracing herself against the wall. So, Obadiah urged the other leg over his shoulder. It was a perfect fit. Megan ground her cunt into his face, taking what she needed, while Obadiah licked and sucked and nibbled to his heart's content.
Her thigh muscles bunched and her belly tightened with every passing moment. She had a stranglehold around his neck, but Obadiah couldn't find any self-preservation in him where she was concerned. Whatever she needed, he was more than willing to give her.
Plunging two fingers inside her, Obadiah did his level best to push her as high as he could without letting her fall. He wanted her on the verge of climax without any real relief before he fucked her. When she came, he wanted her surrounding him, milking his own release from him.
He carefully watched her, felt her, looking for any signs of impending release. When her breathing became quick and shallow and her muscles seemed to seize, waiting for the orgasm, Obadiah backed off. Stilling his fingers and backing off her clit, he waited for her to settle down before beginning again. Sweat glistened on her skin and her breathing came in little gasps. Her eyes were slightly glazed in her passion. Little keening cries escaped her as he plunged his fingers into her again. Her clit pulsed under his lips, the little pearly bud so sensitive. Just like the woman.
Once again, Obadiah let her fall back without allowing her release. When she tried to pull him closer with her legs, to put much-needed friction back on her clit, Obadiah pried her legs open and pulled away from her.
'Fuck!' Her scream was loud in the small room as she conveyed her frustration. Obadiah chuckled. Frustration. He knew the word intimately.
'What's the matter, Meg?'
'You're killing me! Let me come!'
He raised an eyebrow, looking up at her from between her parted thighs. 'Really? And what do you think you do to me every single day I watch you wiggle that luscious ass of yours down the sidewalk? Sometimes, I think you make your daily walk down my street just to torment me.'
The little vixen had the audacity to giggle at him. 'And here I thought you hadn't noticed? Took you long enough, Obadiah.”
He stood with a growl and scooped her up. Her house wasn't terribly big so it was easy enough to find her bedroom. Her bed was big enough for them to share comfortably, though not as big as his big king-sized bed. When he thought about it, he rather liked the idea that there was no room for her to get away from him. In her bed, when they slept, she would be touching him, even if they didn't snuggle. It was a foreign concept to Obadiah-the sharing of his bed while he slept-but he found he liked the idea with Megan.
Before joining her, Obadiah rid himself of his clothing until he stood before her naked and proud. His cock jutted forward as if seeking out her warmth. He needed to be inside her more than he needed to breathe.
Megan moved to the edge of the bed, a wicked gleam in her eye. She draped herself over the edge, lying on her back. Grabbing the backs of his thighs, she pulled him to her until she could engulf his cock in her hot mouth.
Heaven! Obadiah was certain he'd died somehow and he was now in Heaven. With her head hanging off the edge of the bed, she could take him deep. Lying on her back, he still had access to her body to play while she pleasured him.
And pleasure him she did. It felt like she'd swallowed him whole! Her throat muscles contracted and convulsed around him, but she took everything he had to give without so much as a moan of protest. Her hands were firmly around his thighs, urging him deeper. Still, he was conscious of his size. He didn't want her uncomfortable. Over and over, he thrust into her, fucking her mouth as he might her cunt. Leaning over her, he took her nipples between his fingers and rolled them gently. His mouth found the dangling charm at her navel once again and he swirled it around his tongue before delving into the small indenture.
Megan urged him faster, the pressure on his thighs unmistakable, but this was only a sampling of what he wanted. Though he continued to take advantage of her greedy mouth, Obadiah was far from ready to end this. Now that he was here, he planned on making the most of his time with her.
'You've been a bad girl, Meg,' he mused, hanging on to his control with every ounce of will he possessed. 'I told you to be careful or you'd be punished.' She moaned around his cock. Obadiah stretched out over her, swiping his tongue through her moist folds once before bracing himself above her on one arm.
One sharp slap to her cunt had her jumping, but sucking harder than ever on his cock. Again, he smacked her. Then again.And again. She quit flinching after the second slap and spread her legs wider, tilting her pelvis to meet his hands. He gripped her pussy with his free hand, palm over her mound, fingers sinking into her opening and gripping her tightly.
'I think you liked that. Did you like being spanked, Megan?'
She didn't let go of his cock, but moaned and thrust her pelvis at him again.
'I thought so.' Then he smacked her pussy several more times.
Fuck! Megan was so responsive! He'd thought it before, but this was a woman desperately needing to orgasm. He loved seeing her out of control, her mouth tight around his cock. That was probably the biggest turn-on. He didn't have to ask or urge her to pleasure him with her mouth. She did it on her own, as if it was as pleasurable
