Page 29 of Her Marine Master

She closed her eyes.Those words should not make her feel so warm and gooey inside.With her legs held stiffly in the air, she counted the seconds until he returned—thirty-three.

Rob smiled to see her still in place."Youarea good girl, aren't you?"He shucked his t-shirt.The sight of his burns still shocked her, but she didn't try to pretend they weren't there.They were part of him."You're so good it might be hard to come up with reasons to punish you.We might have to institute a maintenance night."

"What's maintenance night?"she asked.

"It's a weekly spanking,to make sure you remember who's in charge."He closed her legs and lifted her ankles into the air.He peppered her luscious bare ass with light smacks.Her pussy, exposed in that position, caught a few spanks and she shrieked.

He looked down at the hottest example of submission he'd ever seen, and he had a fair amount of experience.Clad in nothing but a frilly apron and high heels, her red hair fanned out from her head, bare ass and pussy presented, her expression held nothing but eager devotion.

"You have no idea how hot you are to me right now."

She made the best moon eyes he'd ever seen.

He shoved his jeans down and rolled the condom over his cock.

She licked her lips, not taking her eyes from his cock.Her hips wiggled invitingly.

"That's right, Katie-Girl.It's time for your fucking."He spread her legs.Her plump pussy parted, moisture glistening at her entrance.

It didn't matter that he'd had her just a short while before.This time was a holy experience.His body shook with the force of his desire for her.He teased her clit with the head of his sheathed cock, enjoying the wide-eyed shock and desire that played over her expression.

"Take me," he muttered as he pushed into her without warning.He nearly came from the feel of her tight heat.

"O-oh!Yes, sir."

He definitely could get used to that kind ofyes, sir.So sweet and submissive.With her ankles up over his shoulders, he gripped the fronts of her thighs and pulled her in to meet his thrusts.

Fast and hard, he pistoned in and out of her, lust raging too hot to slow down or be gentle.He'd make it up to her later.After her fucking.

The position was uber hot, but he wanted to slam into her harder, with the bracing of furniture beneath her body so he could truly drill into her.

He pulled out.

Her mouth rounded to a little 'oh'.

He offered a hand to help her up."Bend over the arm of the couch, baby.I need to give it to you harder."

Her knees wobbled beneath her.He caught her around the waist and guided her where he wanted her."Are you okay?"he breathed in her ear, once he'd placed her face down over the arm bolster.

"Yes, please.I mean yes, sir.Please…"

He stroked her dark red hair back from her face and kissed her temple."Please go on, you mean?"

It wasn't like him to play tender, but damn, she pulled it out of him.

"Yes, sir."It sounded like a whimper.She needed him as badly as he needed her.

"Spread your legs wider."

"Yes, sir."She widened her stance.

"Push your bottom out."

She hollowed her back and arched for him.

Perfection.

He slid back in and took long, slow, full strokes, almost pulling out each time before he pushed all the way in.