Free Spanking Sydney by Paige Tyler Page A

parted her legs as much as her shorts and panties would allow, silently begging him to touch her where she wanted most. He obliged, dipping his finger in and out of her wetness, before finding her throbbing clit and driving her wild by making slow, lazy circles on it. She moaned, rotating her hips and grinding against his hand in time with the motion.
    Abruptly, his other hand came down on her bare ass. Getting spanked was nirvana all by itself, but getting spanked while he played with her clit was pleasure on a whole nother level.
    “Do you like that?” Max asked, his voice a husky whisper in her ear.
    “Yes,” she breathed.
    He pressed a kiss to her neck. “Do you want me to make come like this?”
    She moaned.
    “Say it.”
    He gave her ass a sharp smack to emphasize his words.
    “Make me come,” she begged.
    Max slapped her ass again and again, matching the rhythm his finger made as it kept circling her clit. The first waves of pleasure rippled through her.
    “Harder,” she demanded. “Spank me harder.”
    Her boss did as she commanded, delivering sharp smack after sharp smack as he played with her clit. She wasn’t sure which part of her body was tingling more—her ass or her pussy. It didn’t really matter because at that moment, the two sensations merged to become one earthshattering climax.
    When it was over, her knees were so wobbly she could only lean against the desk and try to catch her breath. Behind her, Max pressed his lips to the red-hot skin of her ass. He trailed kisses over her entire derriere, his mouth soothing the sting from one place, even as his hand squeezed another.
    Sydney gasped. Could this get any better?
    She discovered that it yes, it could when Max slipped his hand between her legs again to thrust his finger deep in her pussy.
    “Mmm, you’re wet.”
    She smiled. “I wonder why.”
    Sydney glanced over her shoulder to see him unbuckling his belt. She caught her lower lip between her teeth to stifle a moan as he shoved his jeans and underwear down, freeing his cock. He really was perfect.
    Max rolled on a condom—when had he slipped that in his pocket?—then gripped her hips and plunged his hard cock deep inside her in one swift motion. She closed her eyes, savoring the feel of him filling her pussy. She’d never been with a man who fit her so perfectly.
    He thrust slowly and deliberately, sliding all the way out before gliding back into her wetness again. He repeated the move over and over, gradually picking up speed until his hips were smacking against her ass so hard it felt like she was getting spanked again.
    “Fuck me harder,” she demanded.
    Max obeyed, tightening his hold on her hips and pumping into her so hard and fast the desk smacked against the wall. Sydney tossed back her head and cried out, heedless of who might hear. Max buried himself deep and held himself there, his groans combining with her screams to echo in the small room.
    They stayed like that for a long time, both of them too spent to do anything but lean on the desk. When Max finally slid out, she almost groaned in protest. She heard the rustle of material behind her as he pulled up his jeans. Realizing her shorts and panties were still down around her ankles, she reluctantly pushed herself away from the desk to pull them up. There was definitely something to be said for an afternoon quickie. She felt as if she had enough energy to go through a dozen more boxes of accounting records.
    She turned around to say as much to Max, but he tugged her against him for a kiss so intoxicating it had her seriously rethinking going back to those spreadsheets.
    He lifted his head with a groan. “We should get back to work.”
    She’d much rather go for round two, but he was right. If they were lucky, they’d find what they were looking for and be able to spend the rest of the day in bed.
    Unfortunately, the spreadsheets showing the payments from Design-Tech were at the bottom of the box, and it took her three