Free Cash Remington and the Rum Run (Sexy Dreadfuls Book 2) by Celia Aaron

still struggling.
    I slap her ass, hard. She yelps. I hit her again in the same spot.
    “Cash!”
    I slam my rough hand down again, and I know it hurts. Good . I slap three more times in quick succession. She squeals and stops fighting. I slap once more in the same spot for good measure and rub her ass.
    “Better, Shade. Much better.” I rear back and spank her other ass cheek, her tan flesh jiggling from the impact. “You like it, don’t you?” I smack her again.
    “No.” She ineffectually beats her hands against my calf.
    “Liar.” I relish each impact. “You fucking love it.”
    “Yes.” Her voice is breathy, fucking sexy.
    I slap her harder, jarring her entire body. “Yes, what?”
    “Yes, Captain,” she shouts as I bring my hand down again. Her ass glows red, and I hope it bruises from the strength of my swings.
    I run my fingers down her ass to her pussy and sink two fingers inside her. She moans as I rub back and forth. I move lower and rub her clit. Instead of holding her down, I run my hand to the front of her neck and squeeze, taking her breath as I stroke her cunt. I push my fingers back inside, then out to her clit again.
    I torture her with the back and forth. When she starts to tense, I let up on her throat and neglect her clit to explore her tight cunt. Again and again I tease her, so she knows who owns her ass.
    I strengthen my grip on her throat until she begins to go limp, losing consciousness. I rub her clit faster and then let go of her neck. She jerks and squeals, her climax exploding all over my fingers as I ram them inside her. My cock kicks at the sounds of her pleasure.
    Still in the throes of her orgasm, I rip her up from my knees and shove her face-first onto the bed. I yank her ass up to me, pull my trousers down, and bury myself inside her in one smooth motion. Her pussy spasms and clenches down on my cock.
    “Fuck.” I pull out to my tip and push all the way in until my balls slap against her pussy lips. I grip her hips hard enough to bruise and pound her as she moans into the sheets. She feels perfect on my cock, and the little noises she makes drive me mad with lust.
    It’s always this way with her, like an explosion that burns both of us. Once we’ve recovered, we always come back to each other and explode all over again. I reach down and grip her hair, pulling her up to me.
    I keep shoving into her pussy as her legs slide farther apart and she rides my cock. I reach around and rip her shirt open to get a handful of her bouncing tits. Her nipples are hard. I bite her neck and twist her hard nubs between my thumbs and forefingers.
    She digs her nails into my thighs. “Captain!”
    My balls fizz like a foaming sea, and I need to come. But I want to see her face. I shove her forward, grab under her arms, and lift her off me and down to the floor.
    “Suck me.” I grip her hair close to her scalp and yank her mouth onto my cock. “Look at me.” I grunt as she takes me to the back of her throat and gazes up at me with amber eyes. Her gag reflex is long since gone, thanks to me, so I fuck her mouth as if it were her pussy.
    She takes every inch of me, her lips closing around my shaft as she surrenders to my rhythm. I shove my hips forward, giving it to her rough as she moans around my dick. The vibration makes me groan. She snakes a hand between my legs and strokes my balls. Never taking her eyes off me, she increases her suction, her cheeks hollowing out.
    “Fuck, woman.” I stare into her eyes as I come in her mouth. I pull her head forward, lodging my cock in her as I shoot down her throat. She swallows around my cock head, and I groan as I empty into her. The release makes it down to the tips of my toes, and the tension leaves my body.
    When my muscles finally relax, I release her. She falls back on her ass and sputters, her lips puffy and her eyes changing from lustful to wrathful.
    “Cash Goddamn Remington.” She scrambles to her feet and straightens her skirt.