Just how cramming for my Editing & Publishing exam left to me feeling quite so inspired I really don't know! It was a very good way to relax though... the best exam prep ever!
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“You're very
distracting, you know that?” Logan tried his hardest to sound
annoyed but they both knew he was enjoying the distraction provided
by his girlfriend modelling her latest purchase.
“Don't you like my
dress?” Lanie did a good job of sounding innocent as she pouted at
him in that sexy way of hers.
“I hope I will look
the part at this awards show,” Lanie sighed and Logan could tell
she wasn't faking the concern in her voice.
“Looking the part?”
Logan smirked and then stood up from where he was seated at the
kitchen table, ignoring the paperwork he had brought home to do. “You
are going to be the most beautiful woman there,” he reassured her
and wasn't lying when he added, “every other woman will pale in
comparison to you.”
“You're just saying
that because you have to.” Lanie rolled her eyes at him.
He wasn't just saying
it. The emerald green dress she wore looked as if it had been custom
made for her. It had a plunging neckline that stopped one millimeter
short of being too risqué and managed to look classy instead, and
the way the fabric skimmed over her hips and waist was extremely
alluring. Her already perfect-in-his-eyes hourglass figure was
somehow even more breathtaking than usual and the longer he took in
those curves he loved so dearly, the harder it became to concentrate
on anything.
It didn't help that the
blood flow to his brain seemed to have been diverted to his cock,
which was fast waking up and standing to attention.
“If I didn't like
your dress, would I be in this state right now?” he asked,
motioning toward the growing tent in his pants. Lanie flashed him a
sexy smile and he approached her, stopping when he was close enough
to put his hands on her hips.
“You haven't seen the
back view yet,” Lanie reminded him and slowly turned around.
Logan forgot to breathe
as he took in the sight. Her ass. Holy fucking hell. He had been
hard before she'd turned around but his cock was now rock solid...
and his palm had started to itch.
Logan didn't give her a
chance to turn back around and, with his hands on her hips, directed
her across the room to the counter that separated the dining room
from the kitchen. Lanie placed her hands on the countertop and stuck
her ass out. Oh yes, she knew him so well.
Logan rubbed his hand
slowly over her ass, his cock twitching excitedly as his fingers
followed the curve around. He stopped when he heard a whimper from
Lanie. Not wanting to risk ruining what was clearly a very expensive
dress, Logan unzipped the gown and helped her out of it then placed
it on the counter beside them.
She had no panties on
and when Logan ran his hand down the curve of her ass again Lanie
whimpered again and tilted her hips back. He heard her breath hitch
as he broke the contact between her skin and his hand and as he
brought the hand down on her ass she let out a loud moan of either
pleasure or relief. Maybe it was both.
Exactly how long had
she been craving a good spanking?
Logan knew how she
liked to be spanked and wasted no time in bringing his hand down on
her ass again, and again, and again. Lanie's moans and cries were
loud from the start and something about the volume spurred him on.
Over and over his hand
came down on her ass, the blotchy red handprint quickly developed
into a redder and more defined shape with each blow of his hand
against the tender flesh. Lanie was moving her hips in circular
motions and when he stopped after every few blows to rub his hand
gently over the reddening handprint, he had to resist the urge to
drop his pants, step in behind her and feel the undulations of her
hips with his cock buried deep inside her pussy.
“Harder,” Lanie
begged breathlessly and Logan immediately did as she asked.
Her cries and moans
became louder, the motion of her hips tightened and sped up, and he
could see wetness beginning to coat her inner thighs. The scent of
her sex was faint but intoxicating and his cock was now uncomfortably
hard.
Knowing from the noises
she was making that they had reached the stage where she would no
longer feel pain, Logan began spanking her with more force. Lanie's
moans became screams and she began gripping the counter so hard her
knuckles went white. His palm was stinging, her ass was a flaming
red colour and the heat radiating off it was unbelievable.
Lanie started to
tremble and Logan knew she was close to the edge. His own limit was
also perilously close and without thinking about it he pulled his
pants and boxers down with one hand while spanking her with the
other. With his cock free, he put one hand on her hips and with the
other guided his cock to her hole.
When he was lined up he
moved his other hand to her hips and pulled her back against him as
he thrust forward, impaling her on his cock. Both of them made
strangled screams of pleasure as he filled her swollen cunt. Their
instincts took over and as he slammed in and out of her, hard and
fast, Lanie pressed back into him allowing him to hit as deeply as
possible.
His orgasm had started
to build the moment he felt her drenched heat on the tip of his cock
and after only ten forceful, deep thrusts he could feel his body
tensing in anticipation. Lanie's pussy had an iron-like grip on his
cock and at the exact moment his orgasm erupted, he felt her come
undone around him as her orgasm struck.
She pushed back, he
pushed forward and held tightly to her hips. Their screams and
groans were loud, hers high pitched, his deep and guttural; wave
after wave they rode together, until the tension dissolved from their
bodies and they collapsed into a sweaty, comatose heap on the floor.
:-) I love the info graphic you added! Nice snippet :-)
ReplyDeleteI found it quite informative!
DeleteThat Lanie... so naughty!
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