Free Carnal Indulgence (Desiring the Forbidden Book 3) by Megan Michaels

puddle to her feet, but it felt so damn childish and humiliating that she cringed just thinking about sitting on her bare bottom on the hard wooden chair.
    “Do you need incentive, babygirl? Take them off, Elizabeth. Now.” His voice dropped to a lethal growl, spurring her into action.
    She stood, undoing the button and zipper on her dress pants, shimmying them over her backside and hips, letting them drift down her legs, hooking her thumbs into the skimpy thong, dragging it to her knees.
    Maddox stood fixated, staring at her bare pussy, he groaned deep in his throat, walking up to her. “Good God, you look so beautiful.” His large, hot hand cupped her moist sex, his finger gliding through the slick lips.
    She may have resisted before, but didn’t hesitate this time to run her hand over his cock, the heat of it felt through his pants. She pressed on it hard, smiling when he hissed between his teeth. Then taking just one finger, she slowly skated along the long length, lightly brushing over the head and ridges.
    Maddox’s body trembled, grabbing her roughly, grinding against her mound. She grabbed his ass, pulling him tightly to her. Their breathing took on a fevered pitch, as did their movements. His large hands grabbed her thighs, pulling her up to straddle his waist. He laid her gently on the kitchen table, tossing her pants and panties onto the floor, leaving her in a flimsy peach colored blouse and her killer black high heels.
    He undid his dress pants, shoving and yanking them down, his hard cock bobbing in front of him. Maddox wrapped his hands around her spiked heels pushing back on them until they were pressed against her ass, knees up and her pussy spread open—puffy and moist ready for him. “Hands above your head, bad girl. No hands and no kissing tonight, that’s for good girls.”
    Initially, when they had started dating, she had hated that directive—and some days she still did. More than not, she found it hot, loved the denial with the sexual tension, her breasts pressed upward with her hands stretched above her—open and vulnerable, watching him intently without the distraction of kissing, the searing need and want to overcome her.
    Maddox’s hot, turgid member pressed against her labia, not entering but teasing, gliding, poking, driving her mad with desire. She lifted her hips, groaning in frustration, his chuckle bringing her gaze back to his face. The muscles in his face taut with restraint and sexual need also.
    “Are you ready for your fucking, bad girl?” His cock pointed upward above her pussy, her clit throbbing in anticipation of it impaling her..
    “Yes, please!”
    His cock jammed into her with one fluid motion, the impact, making her groan—her head tilting back. Libby attempted to wrap her legs around him, but he still had them restrained against her ass. Maddox’s hip slapped vigorously against her, the moist wet sounds of sex filling the air.
    With her legs spread wide, every movement and rush of air brushed against the tight bundle of nerves released from its hood; Libby strained to rub on him, watching his cock piston into her. She loved watching him pound into her.
    Looking up, she saw Maddox smiling at her. “Like watching me fuck you hard, girl? Do you like seeing my cock spank this pussy?”
    “God. Y-yes! I…I think I’m coming.”
    “Don’t you dare.” Maddox let go of her high heels, shoving her blouse and bra up, her nipples quickly tightening. He slapped her breasts just harsh enough that reflexively she tried to cover them. “Keep those hands above your head.”
    He leaned forward suckling on each breast, pulling and biting on the nipple hard enough to turn it bright red. Libby took that opportunity to grind her mound on him, but when she tried, once again, to wrap her legs around him, she’d gone too far apparently.
    Maddox reared up, slapping her outer thighs with steady, crisp slaps. “You weren’t given permission to move your legs. Back into