22. Cora #2
Somehow I manage to approach him slowly, heightening the anticipation for both of us. When I reach the side of his chair, I lower myself to drape my body over his knees.
He sucks in a breath. Even in the dark, he must still see my bruise.
I close my eyes but refuse to feel ashamed.
I feel Brady lean over me, then brush his lips along my back, too light to be a kiss.
He’s surprisingly gentle, and for several moments he just runs his lips and hands over my back, his touch soothing and warm.
Then he glides one hand down to fondle my breasts. He pinches my nipple distractingly hard, just the way I— Smack.
I cry out in pleasure from the stinging slap on my ass. It’s a loud cry, I can’t help it.
Brady shushes me as he smooths his hand over my other ass cheek. He takes his time, and I start to squirm with need. When he lifts his hand away, I close my eyes and bite my lip.
Smack. I try to hold back, but it feels too good, and I cry out again.
“Shh.” Brady brings his hand to cover my mouth, and I realize he’s holding my bunched panties. “Open,” he says.
With his other hand caressing my ass cheeks, he’s promising me more spanking, which is exactly what I want. I open my mouth, and Brady stuffs half of my panties inside.
“Good girl.” Smack.
This time when I cry out, I’m glad I have something to bite on. I taste my desire for Brady on my panties, an undeniable admission of want.
Smack, smack, smack, smack. The fabric in my mouth muffles my cries of pleasure, and the satisfying smacks ring in my ears.
“That was your reward,” he says. “Would you like your punishment now?”
I nod desperately, and he swings his hand so hard I hear it whistling through the air.
Thwack. Holy fuck. The sensation overwhelms me so much I can barely breathe. But he doesn’t let up. Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack. He spanks me with such force that my breasts bounce wildly, my nipples so hard they hurt.
Brady smooths his palm over the curve of my ass, then slides his touch toward my pussy. He lets out a groan of satisfaction when he feels how wet I am. He slips one finger inside me, but it’s not nearly enough.
“Tell me what you want,” he says, languidly pumping his finger. My response is muffled, and he chuckles as he eases my panties from my mouth.
“I want your cock,” I gasp. “Please.”
There’s no point denying it.
He chuckles again, more darkly this time, and rewards me with another loud, stinging slap on my ass.
“Suck it, then,” he says.
He slides me from his lap and I land on my knees between his legs. My eyes widen as he pulls himself free from his pants.
I know he’s big, I’ve felt him stretch my pussy beyond what I thought was possible. But I’ve never seen his cock this close up. I’m all too aware of the fact that he’s still fully clothed with only his thick cock out, while I’m naked with my pussy dripping as I kneel before him.
I tremble with the knowledge that he could do anything he wants to me.
I bend forward to lick his cock slowly upward from thick root to glistening tip.
Fuck, he’s huge. And definitely not going to fit in my mouth.
But I want to try, I want to give Brady as much pleasure as I can.
My blood is still rushing from the thrill of the spanking he gave me, making me bold.
I take the head of his cock in my mouth. The way he groans in response makes me even bolder, and I slide down as much as I can, my tongue gliding over the ridges of his veins.
“That’s it, baby,” he murmurs, running his fingers through my hair, and I feel a rush of pride with his encouragement. He groans in satisfaction. When he hits my throat, my eyes start to water. “That’s it, baby. Deeper, as much as you can. Swallow it.”
It doesn’t seem physically possible, but I do my best. Choking a little, I manage to swallow the tip of his cock.
My lips are still inches from his base, but it’s as far as I can go.
I feel the muscles of my throat pulse around him as he groans.
With his hands in my hair, he holds me there for a few seconds, his thick cock in my throat as I gag.
Then he lets me up, and I’m gasping, tears of effort flowing down my face. Brady cups one hand to my cheek as he gazes adoringly down at me. He brushes away a tear with his thumb.
“Good girl,” he says. “You’ve earned it. Stand up. Turn around.”
My pussy gets even wetter as I do as he commands. Sitting behind me, Brady glides one gentle hand along the bruise on my back. Then he’s gripping my hips, guiding me down toward his cock.
I feel the thick tip of him nudge at my entrance, then he’s stretching me open, sliding me down onto his shaft. I moan at the feel of him. I’m so full, too full, and he’s still pushing into me.
When I’m finally lowered all the way onto his base, I’m sweating and panting and moaning all at once. Brady holds me there, giving me time to adjust. But there’s no getting used to it, I feel like he’s up to my belly button.
He slides both of his arms around me, one hand up to my breasts and the other down to my clit. When he tilts his hips, I see stars.
Holding me to him, he works my nipples and my clit, expertly playing my body like an instrument only he knows. As he grinds his cock deep inside me, the feel of him rubbing against my G-spot becomes too much.
The built-up pressure inside of me bursts, rolling over me in waves. Brady doesn’t stop. He keeps pinching my nipples, rubbing my clit, grinding in my pussy until another orgasm crashes over me. I want to sob it’s so wonderful.
“I love it when you come on my cock,” he says in that low growl of his.
I don’t have the breath to say that I love it too, not while he’s still playing my body like this. He carries me through yet another orgasm before finally relenting and releasing his viselike hold on my chest.
Keeping his cock buried deep, he pushes my torso gently forward until I’m bent in a way that gives him access to new angles inside me.
“Hold onto the desk,” he tells me, and I do.
He lifts me by my hips as he stands up behind me. Then he starts thrusting. Brady made sure that I got my pleasure, three times over, and now he’s taking his.
He slams into my pussy as I hold tight to the desk. I thought my back might hurt with his thrusts, but it doesn’t, and all that exists is the feel of his thick cock pistoning inside me and—
Smack.
Fuck. My husband spanking me is like pressing a button that makes me even wetter.
Smack, smack. I feel his fingers in my hair, gripping tight as he spanks and thrusts. I am completely at his mercy as he rides me.
“Cora,” he says, his voice hoarse, and I realize he’s at my mercy too.
I clench my pussy walls, pulsing them around his cock until he curses. Then he’s groaning loudly, almost roaring as he finishes.
I am powerful with the knowledge that I made him come like that.
When he slips out of me, he grabs me around my waist and pulls us both backward. We collapse in his chair, me on top of him, both recovering our breath. Brady continues to roam his hand over my breasts. It’s like he can’t get enough of me, and that thought makes me grin.
My pussy is so satisfied and sore I’m not sure I’ll be able to walk straight. As I half-sit, half-lie back on top of him, I feel his come seeping out of me onto the thigh of his pants.
“I have plenty of other suits,” he chuckles when I point this out.
“Yes, but they’re at the penthouse.”
“Some are. Others are here.” Brady points to the far bookshelf. “There’s a closet behind there. Bathroom too. Shower, everything.”
I laugh with incredulity as I let my head fall back on his shoulder.
“I suppose I should get cleaned up then,” I say, intrigued by anything that’s concealed behind a bookshelf.