Free Big Spankable Asses by Lisa G Riley Page A

perhaps scared, she didn’t. Surprising.
    She had just met Josh, and although she’d been in a relationship for over ten years, she knew she was sadly lacking in the knowledge of how to please a man. Lord only knew how many times Marcus had told her that.
    But that didn’t matter to her. Not here, and not now. All thoughts of Marcus and his abuse flew out the window as Josh said in his sexy deep voice, “Lift your bottom, sweetheart…I need to get these jeans off.”
    Lilliana laughed, feeling free and happier than she had in a long time. She lifted her butt and allowed him to peel the jeans away from her body, leaving her wearing nothing more than a pair of thong panties. The thong she wore had been a gift from Simone and had a caricature of a sista wearing her hair big and nappy, with the words “if it ain’t rough, it ain’t right” blazoned right across the center of her coochie.
    She loved the double entendre. She saw that Josh had been able to read the words in the dim light of the room when he smiled and said, “Do you like it rough, Lilly?”
    Lilliana licked suddenly dry lips and stalled. What did he want her to say? She felt an uneasy sensation in the pit of her gut. She hoped he wasn’t like Marcus. She silently prayed to God that he wouldn’t be really rough with her. That he wouldn’t hurt her. Her instincts were telling her no, she’d felt a connection with him like no other, but…
    “No, I don’t. I don’t like to be hurt,” she whispered.
    Josh had sat on the edge of the bed and lightly, with what felt like reverent fingers, brushed his hands back and forth over the front of her panties, before he slipped a finger beneath the edge and started rubbing her clit softly.
    She moaned when he kept playing with her clit, before he removed his fingers and allowed her panties to cover her. He continued to play with her through the silk.
    “I would never hurt you like that, Lilliana. I told you that, and I meant it. But when done right, rough can be so damn good, baby. It’s got to be done right, though,” he said.
    She moaned when he removed his fingers from her panties and she almost fainted dead away when he took the finger he had been fingering her clit with into his mouth and sucked.
    “Sit up, please,” he asked gruffly. She leaned away from the pillows and watched with half-closed eyes as he crouched closer to her and deftly untied the strings of her halter, letting the top fall down to her waist. Her large breasts were bare and Lilliana automatically crossed her arms over them.
    “No, don’t hide them from me, let me see them, Lilliana.” He removed her arms from her breasts and stared down at her. The look in his deep blue eyes was intense, hot, and nearly unbearable.
    “What? What is it? What’s wrong?” she asked when he didn’t say anything, and instead continued to stare at her breasts.
    “What’s wrong?” He laughed huskily as he mimicked her question. “Nothing’s wrong, baby. You have beautiful tits, so creamy and brown…so perfect,” he finished.
    His words were stark and blunt. Lilliana felt the intensity of his stare along with the stickiness of her own cream against the inside of her thigh as his words and looks washed over her like warm rain.
    “And there is no way on God’s earth I would ever be rough with you. Not in a way you wouldn’t enjoy,” he amended the statement.
    “How can rough be…enjoyable?” she asked and arched her body in sharp response when he took one of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger and pulled on it lightly.
    “Pain and pleasure, when administered in the right way, can be the ultimate in satisfaction, Lilliana.” He lowered his head and took her distended nipple in his mouth and delivered a slow, heated lick.
    Lilliana cried out from the hot sensation of his tongue on her nipple, the incredible feel of her nipple scraping against the roof of his mouth.
    “Do you like that, baby? Do you like to have those long nipples