Stormy Night Publications Publishers of BDSM and Kink Erotica
He plays hard and he plays rough. That’s just what she needs.
Skye Lockhart wasn’t just another member of Lander Love’s band. She was the love of his life, and losing her broke his heart. Now she’s back, and this time things will be different.
This time he’s not going to hide his rough side. This time she’ll scream his name as she takes everything he gives her, and when she acts out her beautiful bottom will be bared and spanked.
But when Skye learns the dark secret he has kept from her will Lander lose her a second time?
Author: Maggie Carpenter
eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$4.95
Length: 93,000 words
Excerpt
“Roll over and get up on your hands and knees.”
As she quickly followed his instruction, he kneeled behind her, placed his turgid cock at her entrance, and snaked his way inside.
“I have to spank you,” he grunted as he began to thrust. “Not because you’ve done anything wrong, but because I want to. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Raising his hand, he brought it down in a succession of hard slaps, moving from cheek to cheek as he pumped her pussy. Though she cried out, he didn’t stop, ordering her to yelp into the pillow. He continued to blast her backside, the smacks quickening as his strokes accelerated. Her muffled cries grew louder, his thrusting stronger, and his spanking palm delivered its hot sting with more force.
He suddenly stopped.
Staying buried inside her, listening to her whimpers of pain, he caressed her scorched skin.
“Your ass is so hot,” he muttered, “but is it hot enough?”
“That’s up to you, Sir,” she replied breathlessly, turning her head to the side, then quickly added, “Whatever pleases you.”
Grabbing her hips, he began thrusting with strong, quick strokes, pumping vigorously until she was at the brink, then backing off. But her moans of pleasure and cries of disappointment reflected his own desperate need to climax. Pausing to catch his breath, he pulled her cheeks apart and touched her rosebud.
“Soon I’ll be taking this virgin hole.”
Her body tightened.
“You’ll accept me,” he said sternly, pressing his finger forward, “won’t you, angel?”
“If it p-pleases you, Sir.”
Lingering his finger, he resumed his thrusting, quickening his pace as he neared the brink, but forcing himself to pause, he closed his eyes and sucked in a long, deep breath.
“Sir… please, Sir…?”
Slowly pulling out and moving from behind her, he laid on his back. She stared down at him, a confused frown crinkling her forehead.
“Did I do something wrong?”
“Not at all. Everything about you is right,” he replied softly, taking hold of his stiff shaft. “Straddle me.”
Swinging her leg over his pelvis, with a long, grateful groan, she slowly lowered herself down. Her chest rose and fell with her heavy panting, and even in the semidarkness he spied the sparkle in her eyes.
But he wanted to see more.
Stretching across to the nightstand, he switched on the lamp.
Bathed in the soft glow, he found her face as red as her backside.
Disheveled hair fell haphazardly around her shoulders.
Her ripe, luscious breasts glowed golden, topped with perfectly puckered cherry tips.
“Put your hands on my shoulders and ride me,” he ordered huskily. “Don’t come without asking.”
“Yes, Sir.”
