I feel his hard length against my hip bone, and I know I have him exactly where I want him.
“Do it,” I grit out the words like some kind of feral animal. “I’m starting to think you don’t have it in you to fuck your brother’s ex.”
It’s a challenge, and if I know anything about this man, he’s not going to back down.
“Is that what you want, Ruby? Do you want me to make you my little whore? Fuck you better than he ever could?”
“Yes.” It’s a breathy plea. Every one of my nerve endings responds to his filthy words.
He unceremoniously whirls me around. My palmsslap down on the keys, and the piano lets out a horrible sound as he presses down on my back, forcing me to lean forward. He hikes my tight skirt up over my hips and lifts my knee onto the piano seat, giving him better access to my bare pussy.
“No panties?”
I glance over my shoulder with a devious smirk.
“What were you expecting to happen, dirty girl?”
Before I can respond, his right hand connects with my ass. I gasp on contact, enjoying the sting it leaves behind.
“More,” I moan.
“Such a greedy little slut. Beg for it.” He rubs his hand over his mark, squeezing my ass in his rough palm.
“Please.”
“Please what?”
“Please spank me.”
“That’s my girl.” His left hand connects with the opposite side this time. “Mmm. You look beautiful with my marks on your ass.”
He spanks me four times in quick succession, twice on each side. I whimper, my pussy growing wetter with each strike. He repeats the motion twice more and glides a hand up my spine, squeezing the back of my neck as he grinds his hips against my ass. Even through his jeans, his erection presses against me, and I’m fucking ravenous for him. I want to feel him everywhere.
“Please.” I scarcely know what I’m begging for. The piano groans beneath my fingers as I shift, haphazardly hitting more of the keys.
“Do you want my cock?” he asks. “Want to feel me deep inside you? So fucking deep you’ll still feel me tomorrow?”
“God, yes.”
He spanks my ass twice more. “When you’re with me, you usemyname. Tell me you understand.”
“Yes, Liam.”
He steps back, taking his warmth with him. I hear the telltale sound of his belt buckle loosening. When I look back, his cock is jutting out of his pants, and he’s stroking it as he peers at my reddened ass. I start to stand, but he stops me with a hand on my lower back.
He kicks my legs further apart, and I almost lose my balance, my hands sliding across the keys for a third time. His fingers slip between my legs and glide through my soaked center. “Your perfect pussy is already weeping for me. Did you enjoy your spanking?”
“Yes.”
“Mmm. I can tell.” Sliding two fingers inside me, he strokes me roughly. His thumb presses down and circles my clit. “You’re already squeezing me so tight. Did I get you all worked up?”
I nod jerkily, unable to speak through the pleasure building in my core.
He adds a third finger, stretching me, and my legs shake. “Come on my fingers, dirty girl, and then maybe I’ll give you my cock.”
I moan as he strokes me faster. The intense pleasure is almost too much to bear. It starts in my toes and works its way up my spine until my entire body is trembling. My orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave, the sheer force of it knocking the air from my lungs.
I try to scream his name; nothing comes out. My legs give out on me, but I don’t fall. When did he wrap me in his arms? He’s holding me tightly now as I come down from the best orgasm of my life.
