Free CodenameAutumn by Aubrey Ross

“Please spank me or something else.
Don’t use this to punish me.”
    He paused, his cock deep inside her. “Look at me.”
    She moved her hands and met his gaze. “I won’t disobey you
again. I promise.”
    “You will endure another form of punishment, but you’re
right. I should not take you in anger.” He stroked the side of her face and
affection warmed his gaze. “Besides, it’s damn hard to stay angry when this
feels so incredibly good.”
    She smiled and squeezed him with her inner muscles. “May I
touch you now?”
    He stripped off his shirt then pulled her up off the
desktop. Carefully maneuvering through the office with her impaled on his cock,
he made it to the small sofa and sat. She settled over his lap, knees folded
beneath her.
    “Ride me.”
    More than happy to obey, she grasped his shoulders and
pulled her body up. With just his tip inside her, she hesitated, savoring the
fullness and building anticipation. She watched his eyes, captivated by their
beauty and the power so evident in his stare. Slowly, millimeter by millimeter,
she took him deep again.
    His hands clasped her hips at the apex of her next stroke,
and he brought her down forcefully. She gasped and shivered, understanding the
urgency driving his reaction. She caressed his neck and face while their hips
found a rolling motion that rubbed him against all her sweet spots.
    He bucked with sudden vigor and the pattern on his chest
flared. She splayed her fingers over the entwining lines and graceful curves,
absorbing their heat and delighting in the meaning. This didn’t happen with a
casual lover. Regardless of the odds against them, she was his. And he was hers.
    Emboldened by the knowledge, she arched, bringing her
breasts closer to his face. He bent and sucked while she eagerly rode his cock.
Her strokes grew harder and faster. Pleasure tightened within her, churning,
ready to release.
    “Go,” he coaxed. “Take me with you.” His hand slipped
between their bodies and he rubbed her clit with his fingertip.
    Throwing back her head with a sharp cry, she came in fast,
deep spasms. He pressed his face against her breasts and wrapped his arms
around her back, releasing his seed as her cunt greedily squeezed him.
    “Better?” he murmured then nipped her breast.
    “So much better,” she agreed.
    He turned to the side and laid her back across the sofa as
he knelt between her thighs. His body arched over hers, but he supported his
weight on his elbows and knees, his cock still deeply inside her. She traced
the marks on his skin, fascinated by their heat and the velvety texture.
    “When a male flares it’s an invitation,” he explained. “If
the female accepts him, she touches his tellimon, like you’re doing
right now.”
    “ Tellimon ? That’s what this is called?” She followed
one especially bold line across his shoulder and down his arm.
    “Yes.” His eyelids dropped and he shivered, his pleasure
unmistakable. “And each time you touch me like that our bond will grow
stronger. I’ll become more protective and more demanding. And you’ll crave the
fullness of my cock.”
    “What happens if I lick your tellimon? ” Before he
could answer, she pulled herself up and dragged her tongue across the bright
blue marks.
    His cock hardened inside her and hunger blazed in his eyes.
He lifted her legs to his shoulders and dragged her beneath him, bending her
body in half. She spread her arms wide, reveling in his aggression, safe in the
knowledge that he would never hurt her.
    With one foot on the floor and the other knee on the sofa,
he filled her soft wet pussy. Each thrust was demanding and deep, yet he
balanced his weight, careful not to crush her.
    “Your hair,” she gasped. “Free your hair.”
    He reached back and dragged the black cord from his hair,
shaking his head to free the long strands. She drew her fingers through his
hair, letting the softness caress her while his cock maintained its relentless
rhythm.
    Her legs