Hello spankers! Another smacking delight this week from Grand Slam, and why not, there's plenty of slap and tickle in this hot book!
“Stay with it, babe,” Travis said, keeping me prisoner by pressing on my back with his free hand. “Just let that burn build up again, send it to your sweet, sweet pussy so in a minute I can taste how good it feels.”
“Ah, I’m not...sure...it feels...good.” Bloody hell, he wasn’t holding back. Those damn fine tennis player muscles of his were striking me over and over. “Oh God.”
I was on my back, he’d moved me again as if I were a doll he was playing with. He caught my mouth in a savage kiss, his bare chest bashed up against mine.
I slotted my hands into his hair, following his movements as his kiss traveled down my throat, over my sternum and he caught my nipple in his mouth.
“Oh Sir, yes,” I panted. That was more like it. But...but it was weird. The stinging slaps on my arse had stopped but I missed them. They really did add to the singing in my body, heightening my awareness of everything.