Free Rocky Mountain Romp (Rocky Mountain Bride Series Book 4) by Lee Savino Page B

then had a devilish thought. Standing directly behind his wife, he rubbed the leather flap her between legs.
    Carrie gave a shocked cry and her knees snapped shut.
    “No,” he barked. “Spread.” The crop hit the inside of her thighs until she squeaked and opened them.
    “We’ll have to work on this, dear heart. Once a week in the woodshed. I’ll tie you up until you learn to stay still.”
    She moaned and he worked the crop back and forth between her legs, rubbing her folds. When he pulled it out, the leather was coated with wet. He definitely would be using the crop on her again. Carrie didn’t often earn punishment anymore, but still liked the playful discipline, along with being tied up.
    “Do you like your new toy?” he teased, watching her nipples harden. “I’m going to tame you like a wild filly and teach you to mind. Maybe get a bit for your mouth so you keep quiet.” He liked the idea so much, he had to pause to rub his throbbing member. Carrie did, too, for the tops of her thighs were now shiny with her juices.
    He used the crop on her bottom some more, not hitting hard, just enough to make her jump. It only took a little twist of his hand and the crop landed with a resounding smack. As much as he wanted to mark her, today he would keep it light, and work up to the harder, stinging hits. He had all winter to practice.
    Satisfied with the color of her bottom, Miles went back to torturing her, sliding the leather back and forth over her slick center until she was panting.
    “I don’t think you deserve to come.” He took the crop away, and smacked her twice, once on each bum cheek. Two red marks showed, but Carrie didn’t seem to mind.
    “Please, sir.” Her voice sounded low and breathy. Her legs spread further apart, bottom tipping so he could see her plump red lips enticing him.
    “Beg me,” he ordered, fisting his cock.
    Her head craned to see him, her eyes almost glassy in her pretty face. Watching him work his cock, she licked her lips, and he almost spent himself at the sight.
    “Please, I need you. I need…” Babbling nonsensically, she pressed her cheek to the bed and arched back as far as she could.
    Miles couldn’t take it anymore. Moving to the front of the bed, he climbed up and put his back to the headboard. Once seated, he used a handful of her thick hair to guide her until she knelt before him, mouth open near his cock.
    “Suck,” he rasped, and she did. Her mouth made small sucking sounds as her tongue lapped at him eagerly. He touched her with the crop, but she didn’t need encouragement. Wild with desire, Carrie was intent on devouring him, working her tongue up and down his length, then swallowing the head and teasing it with her tongue.
    He tugged her head off his cock and fell to his back.
    “Ride me.” He tossed away the crop. After only a moment’s hesitation, she crawled up over him. They’d only done this a few times, and the sight of her bouncing over him turned the position into his favorite.
    Heat rose into her eyes until he almost didn’t recognize his sweet wife. A red-lipped siren, nipples pointing and body ripe for him sank down onto his cock, shuddering a little as he filled her. She was short and curvy and unbelievably perfect, but as she rocked over him, she bit her lip, still shy.
    Gently, Miles hefted one breast then the other, swiping thumbs across her nipples before stroking his hands down her back. Her eyes went half-lidded at his touches and her bouncing sped up. Miles gripped her hips to control her, holding her still longer on the down stroke so she ground against him before lifting back up. They worked this rhythm together for a moment. Then his thumb found the sweet spot between her legs, and Carrie lost it. As she started to tip over the edge, Miles reared up and took her mouth, swallowing her wild cries. His own climax hit him, and he thrust up hard, trying to root himself in her for all time.
    He shot into her, then fell onto his back,