Free Spent - Part Two (Bad Boy Fighter Book 2) by Elise Holland

anyone with my body like that.
    He pulls away just enough to so that he’s staring deeply into my eyes, “May I?”  
    I swallow the little nervous lump that’s begun to form in the back of my throat, “If I tell you I need you to stop, will you stop?”  
    Lifting up my hand, he gently plants a kiss on the top against delicate skin, “On my honor.”  
    “So chivalrous,” I cock my eyebrow up as a grin forms across my face.
    “What I’m about to do to you won’t be,” Luke winks.
    I nearly fall off the bed trying to hastily flip over onto my hands and knees. Normally I wouldn’t be anywhere near this jumpy, but Luke has managed to find some deep and locked away sexual fantasy of mine without even having to pry, and that alone makes me nearly cum.
    Luke chortles, “Eager, are we?”
    I say nothing, but reply by swaying my ass near him, taunting him with the particular part of my body that I know he’s very fond of. Seriousness replaces the laughter in his face, as he traces his hands down along either side of my ass, feeling and memorizing every soft curve. Luke Richards is a man that takes his pleasuring, and spankings, very seriously.
    With first a tickling brush and then an exhilirating sensation I feel the hard velvet tip of his cock part my lips. Slowly and deliberately, Luke fills me to capacity. I gasp when Luke stops and one of his hands drops away from my backside.  
    I suck in a deep breath, anticipating the painful, yet mindblowingly pleasurable strike that’s about to assault my bare flesh.
    The sound of skin on skin rings through the room. I cry out, first in pain, and my vagina walls clench in spasm around Luke's hard member. My cry quickly turns into a moan as my pleasure center takes over, telling my brain that this is something erotic, something that I’ve wanted.
    “How was that?” Luke asks, the hint of hesitation in his voice makes me grin.
    “Don’t stop,” I whisper, my body already beginning to rise.
    “That’s my girl,” he whispers, as he gently rubs the area that he just struck, and slowly starts to move his body in a rythmic thrust, staying deep within my wet sex.
    His hand moves away again and my body prepares for another strike. I close my eyes, savoring every rush and thrill that this action is capable of emitting throughout my entire body and down to my very core.
    Luke keeps moving within me, careful to balance the pace and depth of his thrusting with the rush of his hand smacking me, guiding me to orgasm at his command.
    My temperature begins to rise with every blow. My clit steadily swells from arousal as it pushes hard against his shaft. My wet desire aiding Luke with every thrust. Another blow lands across my backside, this one bringing me nearly to the edge, but not quite."
    “Want more?” Luke taunts, as he draws his hand away.
    “Please,” I sputter out between ragged streams of breath.
    Without warning, Luke’s hand is around the front of my leg brushing against my clit, causing me to gasp as he increases his pace, stretching me into ecstatic heights with his thick cock. I can feel my body rising to the point that I’m nearly in a haze. My fingers grasp the bedsheets tightly, waiting for the final blow to send me over the edge.
    His hand moves, but not against my backside this time. Tender fingers slap against the raw subtle skin of my folds and clit, forcing the swollen parts to send my body into a rush of euphoria I’ve never felt before.
    Relentlessly, Luke rides my pulsating orgasm with thrust after thrust. No longer slapping my ass, Luke gently massages my clit in a circular pattern as I moan loudly, lost shamelessly in the moment. His other hand rests upon my breast, gently massaging the tender dark skin of my areola. My body lifts and arches back towards him.
    A rush of warmth fills my body as Luke lets out a guttural cry. I push back repeatedly against him, finding strength from somewhere in the midst of my passionate vortex to satisfy him in