Page 56 of The Good Guy Challenge
But on the cusp of the biggest week in my career, I’m gripping the edge of the kitchen counter, and he’s railing me.
With a vicious grip on my hips, he fucks me deeper, harder, alternating spanks with tugs on my hair.
A sharp slap tears through me, the pain blooming into pleasure. I moan, a savage sound ripped from my soul.
Then, he whispers darkly in my ear, “You ready, baby?”
Like I’ve never been before. “So ready.”
He eases back, reaches for the ping-pong paddle on the counter, and lifts it. But I can’t see him, so I don’t know when it’s coming.
He pushes deep into me, then out, thenwhack.
The paddle stings.
The pain bursts.
And I jump. “Oh, god,” I gasp.
“Okay?”
But then I’m moaning because I’m warm all over.
“Yes,” I say.
He sinks into me again, one hand snaking around my waist, down to my clit.
As he rubs, I rock back against his cock, murmuring into the exquisite bliss of his fingers.
Then…smack.
A hard sting. The sharp ache spreads through my body chased by a burst of desire.
Then a luxurious wave of sensations sayingmore, more.
“Again,” I beg in a whisper.
He teases my clit with his fingers, pinching me, then hitting me.
Sharp. Hard. Deliciously.
“Oh god,” I yelp.
“Do you need me to stop?” he asks.
“I need you to do it again. Both sides. Mark me the same,” I urge, my voice a barren pant.
He grunts like an animal. “Fuck, Ellie.”
Then he pounds into me, smacking my other cheek with the paddle. Pain shatters under his touch, but I rock back into his thrusts, seeking that moment when it crests and breaks into this…bliss.
He paddles one cheek, then the other.
Soon, I’m lost in a trance. The sensations of pleasure and pain flip every few seconds, one chasing the other, one turning into the other.
I ask for more, and he gives me what I want until the pain overwhelms me. It’s too much and I hit my limit.
“Scooter,” I whisper desperately.
