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times. Yet ever since he'd proclaimed in his hidden thoughts, that she was his . . . Hell, he'd wanted it
more than anything.
"Beckett, will you spank me?"
Jesus, he couldn't be more surprised. He was literally speechless as Evie scooted around to kneel
on her knees beside him and all in one motion she peeled off the sweatshirt she was wearing. The word
naked did not do justice to her voluptuous nudity as she bent over his lap catching her elbows on the
armrest at his side.
"I've been a very naughty girl, Beckett," she purred in a throaty voice as he sat there like a fool
while she undulated her body toward the armrest and back. Right under his nose. Emphasizing the
smooth bareness of her back, the delicate hollow of her spine flaring to the curving white lushness of
her pillowed buttocks. He had never seen or felt anything as erotic, and his male instinct heightened,
clearing his momentary numbness and tightening his muscles.
He understood what she wanted remembering how he watched as she touched herself after the
first time he spanked her, and feeling how wet she was on his fingertips after the second time he'd
swung his belt across her sweet behind. It turned her on to be spanked . . . perhaps despite herself.
Definitely despite herself because it turned him on too. As much as he could be turned on now, and that
was plenty in his mind. He worried about what Evie expected though. Definitely hot sex, he thought.
Hell, he wasn't going to let that stop him. He would just lick her pink little twat off so many times she
wouldn't even notice that he hadn't mounted her.
"I've been really bad, Beckett," she murmured huskily. She was enticing him, arching her back
pressing upward onto her elbows to clench and firm her rounded buttocks as she lifted her calves,
pointing her toes. She was posing for him.
Smack!
"Uooo!" Evie was surprised by his sudden move and she jerked her flinching rump away, lifting
upward to brace herself on her hands with her arms locked. That left him a perfect target as he slapped
his big hand across the plump curves of her butt. Smack! Smack!
"Oo more, Beckett!" she squealed as he reached upward and clasped his free hand around of one
of her firm melon-sized breasts. Smack-Smack-Smack!
"Ow-Ooo!" He caught her distended nipple between his forefinger and thumb and he plucked at
it. Smack! Smack! Smack!
"Ow! God! Oh mm!" Evie thrust her breasts forward as her ass turned pink and both cheeks
squirmed beneath his slapping hand. He squeezed her fat nipple harder between his fingers, pulling it
forward as he swatted her butt some more. "Oh God, Beckett!" she cried passionately. Smack! Smack!
Smack! "Oh. Oh. Owww!" Smack! Smack!
The force of his spanking was pushing Evie over the armrest with each smack to her naked ass,
making her whimper sharply as he continued to knead her breasts, swatting bright red spots onto her
plush buttocks. The custard flesh of her ass flinched every time his big palm landed with a crack.
"It's so sore!" she squealed. And he smacked her defenseless ass again. "Ow!" she yelped. "That's
enough. Enough!"
Smack! "It's enough . . . ," he uttered.
Smack! "When I . . . ," he continued.
Smack! " . . . Say it is!" he finished. Smack-Smack-Smaack!
"Ow! Ow! Beckett, please!" she begged, squealing as she tried to reach one hand around behind
her to cover her vulnerable bottom.
He swatted her hand away and plied the sides of her rump half a dozen times for good measure,
before he stopped, leaving Evie gasping limply over his lap and the armrest. And his dick semi-hard!
God, he could feel it in his boxer shorts. It wasn't limp! God help him, he craved so deep to let Evie
take his dick out and stroke it, just to see what would happen. It was akin to a pain inside him as he
fought with it. He couldn't live with himself if she held his cock in her hand and nothing happened.
So he fought his yearning with other actions. Spreading his long fingers on either side of the
sultry crease of Evie's buttocks as he stroked downward with his middle finger slipping it between the
lips of Evie's wet and aroused pussy. "You're turned on," he murmured, as she gasped her pleasure at
his finger's touch.
"Yes," she whispered on a breathless hiss. "Please don't spank me anymore," she finished on a
plea.
"We'll see," he muttered, probing his finger deeper between the swollen hot pillows of flesh as
she mewled in a low sound of pleasure.
"Here, Evie?"
"Oh yes, Beckett. Touch me there. Please. Oh-Oh hh. Yes, yes!"
The tender bulb of flesh Evie was begging him to play with was engorged with hot blood and
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