Welcome to Saturday Spankings. This week I bring you more kinky shenanigans from my novel STEPBROTHERS.
ABOUT
Not one, not two, but three sexy new stepbrothers. Hell yeah, life is about to get real interesting!
This is exactly what’s happened to Clarice Miller. Her mother’s fourth husband has three sons, all unique in their own way, and also handsome, dominant, and, so it seems, madly attracted to their new stepsister.
And she can’t deny she’s all aflutter whenever they’re around; her pulse rockets and her skin heats. Which one to choose? But should she choose any? They’re her new brothers, right, isn’t that kinky as fuck?
The matter is quickly taken out of her hands when she displeases city boy, Parker, and he tips her over his knee for a spanking and then gives her what she’s been searching for. Hugh, a hunk of a fireman, doesn’t have a problem with his brother’s firm hand and soon shows her his wild side.
But can she handle the eldest brother on top of Parker’s and Hugh’s passion-infused demands? He’s a too-hot-to-handle killing machine who turns up fresh from a war zone all brooding and mysterious and with very particular needs.
Only time will tell if Clarice can keep her cool when life reaches boiling point. If she’ll be able to bend to her brothers’ will, and if her body is up to the challenge of taking everything they have to offer—at the same time.
"That was just your first orgasm, you’ve got more to come.”
“I like the sound of that, oh…”
He’d flipped her over, taken hold of her hips, and hauled her ass into the air. He now stood behind her, and she was sprawled half on and half off the bed.
“Sweet rump you’ve got.” He stroked first her right then her left buttock. His work-worn palms glided over her flesh.
She twitched her ass from side to side. The idea of another orgasm was very appealing, especially from behind, that was always especially good for her. “So do it. Fuck me again.”
Slap.
A resounding smack had landed on her left butt cheek. A heated sting raged over her flesh. “Ouch!”
She shifted forward but barely moved an inch. He had a tight hold of her. “What the…?”
“Don’t tell me what to do,” he said, his voice low and gravely. “I’m the one in charge here.”
His dominant tone thrilled her. She wanted him to do whatever he wanted with her. Fuck her fast, slow, deep, everything. “Please…”
“Greedy little thing, aren’t you.”
Slap. Slap. Slap.
The sound of his hand swiping her ass cheeks rang in her ears. The burst of hot pain sang over her skin and seemed to head straight to her pussy and clit.
Hanging her head, she groaned, her smarting ass offered up to him. “Just fuck me,” she said very quietly so he wouldn’t hear and spank her again.
And then it was there, his cock nudging at her sopping pussy.
She held her breath and braced for his entry.
It came hard and fast like before—a wild, primitive claiming of her small body by his big one. But, oh, he could have it. His cock was gloriously thick and wide, long too. Her pussy hugged it, wept for more, and she sought out her clit.
“You’re such a bad girl,” he said hoarsely. “Picking up strangers in bars and letting them fuck you like this.”
“Only…you…” she managed between thrusts. “Only you.”
“Bullshit.” He slapped her again, catching the tops of her thighs with each of the two swipes.
She yelped, her eyes misting. She rolled her fingers over her clit. Harnessing every sensation.
“You fuck a stranger each weekend, don’t tell me otherwise.”
What could she say? It was true, she did. Weekend hookups were her thing. Kept her sane. Hell, she had nothing else going on in her life, a few fast fucks were the only thing to get excited about.
“Dirty. Fucking. Bitch.” He punctuated each word with a pummeling thrust.
A sudden banging on the wall. “Keep the goddamn noise down!”
Sean picked up the pace, fucking her harder, his hands clamped over her sore, hot ass cheeks. He dug his fingers in, pinching the flesh, gripping it. The erotic pain had her trembling as she worked her clit. He was clasping her ass so tight, stretching her buttocks apart. His cock plundering in and out of her. The pressure in her pelvis was mounting.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” she shouted, the bed bashing onto the wall in a series of deafening clatters. The metal frame squeaked and rattled, screws and nails threatening to be liberated.
“Shut the hell up!” Another angry wall thump from their hotel room neighbors.
Clarice didn’t care. And it seemed, neither did Sean. He was fucking her like a feral animal with single focus. His cock was so swollen she was sure he’d be at bursting point.
He released her right buttock and then set what felt like the tip of his thumb over her asshole.
“What the…?” she gasped, half twisting.
“Oh my god, I’m fucking coming.” He’d yelled out the words and thrown his head back. Then he curled his thumb into her ass, breaching her virgin hole and burying inside her.
Her eyes widened. The sensation of him there was darkly shocking yet highly sensual. Her clit was a pressure pot ready to erupt.
“Fuck yeah! Fuck yeah!” He sank deeper into her pussy, and then his cock throbbed.
Clarice came again. Her pussy pulsing as she cried out in ecstasy. Her asshole clamped around his thumb, adding to her bliss in a way she hadn’t expected. She let out a long wail of satisfaction. The first orgasm had been wonderful, the second the icing on the cake.
Damn, she hoped he’d be in London again soon. Very soon.
When he’d finished slapping into her, he removed his thumb and palmed her buttocks. Squeezed. Fingers pinching. His cock buried deep.
She gasped, arched her back, and stared at the strip of light between the curtains.
“You’re a dirty bitch, you know that?” He chuckled.
“Speak for yourself.”
Bang. Bang. “I’m calling reception.” An angry female voice burst through the wall. “This is preposterous.”
Sean’s chuckle deepened, then he shouted at the wall, “It’s okay, I’ve finished fucking her now, though if you want some, ma’am, I’ll be good to go again in ten.”
“I’m calling security!” A man. Furious.
“Yeah, you do that.”
Clarice burst out laughing. “You’re bad!”
“I like to think so.” He pulled out, released her ass, then walked to the bathroom.
She flopped onto the bed, still breathing fast. She was damp between her legs and her nipples hard. She tugged the right one to a stretched point.
He put the light on in the bathroom, and she watched his reflection as he took a piss then washed his hands. His flesh was sun-kissed, and he had a shiny old scar at the base of his left shoulder blade, just below four long fresh scratch marks.
A few seconds later there was a demanding flurry of knocks at the door.
Sean went to it, naked, pulled it open, unabashed and uncaring of his nakedness.
Clarice propped onto her elbows and listened with intense curiosity.
“We’ve had reports of a disturbance, sir.”
“Nah, not a disturbance, just banging my old lady. We got a rare night away from the kids, you know how it is.” Sean huffed. “Chance to release the tension, stop muffling her screams of pleasure beneath the duvet.”
A pause, then, “I’m pleased you’re enjoying your stay at Regency, but please remember we have other guests.”
“Ah, don’t worry, the wife’s knackered, multiple orgasms will do that to a woman. I’m gonna let her rest for a few hours now.”
A throat cleared. “Okay. Thank you, sir. Good night.”
The door closed.
When Sean came back into the room, he dropped onto the bed and squeezed her close. He set a tender kiss on her brow, and the gesture was at odds with the way he’d made her ass sting.
“You got rid of hotel security fast.”
“What else could the guy say?” Sean chuckled. “I told him you were thoroughly satisfied, my job was done.”
“Cocky but true.”
“Seriously, though, you gotta be careful,” he said. “Hooking up like this. Not every guy has wholesome intentions.”
“You think what we just did was wholesome?” She looked up at his profile. Shadows danced on his face. “You just poked your thumb where the sun doesn’t shine, and my ass cheeks hurt like hell.”
“You deserved a spank.”
“Why?”
“For risk-taking. Next weekend, you need to think again before you hook up with a random bloke. You might get worse than a few slaps.”
“Maybe I liked you giving me a spanking.”
He huffed. “That wasn’t a spanking, not by a long shot. A spanking, from me—if you’d really pissed me off, made me worry about you—would mean you wouldn’t sit down for a week. Your ass would feel like a hundred bees had stung it. Real flames had licked over it.”
Clarice was quiet. His words seemed to fill the room like another presence pressing in, and then the silence stretched, as if testing something delicate between them.
“If you were mine,” he went on almost inaudibly yet somehow menacingly, “and a spanking was in order, you’d be over my knee, bare butt in the air, and I wouldn’t stop until you were humiliated, disgraced, crying for mercy. Until you’d thoroughly learned your lesson and I knew you’d never disobey me again.” He paused. “That is, if you were mine.”
Intense snippet, Lily! Hard to believe Sean is only one of three that will be dominating Clarice. I also suspect he's not aware that she is his sister, and when he discovers it was his sister picking up strange men, she will learn what it means to disappoint these guys.
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