brenton's girl

thirty four

Leahs Pov

"Oh," I signed a breath when brenton lowered his head to press kisses to my thighs. I was burning up. He had been teasing me for nearly thirty minutes now and I felt every touch leave it's mark on my heat. "brenton, please."

"Hmm." Benton kissed my hips and I could feel his smirk as he pressed down on my stomach, keeping me still.

"I'm on fire." I nearly cried. "Please," I begged in a way I never did before.

Brenton lowered his head in between my legs and slowly, tauntingly slow, ran his tongue between my lower lips. "No, brenton please." I reached my hands down and ushered him up to me. "Have your way with me. Show me how angry you are, how much you love me, punish me, brenton."

"Dear God baby," brenton lowered his head to press kisses to my neck and groaned. "You seriously want-"

"Yes sir." And with that I got what I wanted in just one thrust. Benton had pushed inside me, both of us groaning in pleasure, my legs tightened against his waist and my hands combed through his hair and down to his back.

Brenton yanked my hands away from him and held them above my head. "Stay." He growled against my ear. "Stay here kitten, don't move. Understood?"

I moaned out my reply, and arched my back when brenton reached his hand in between our bodies and used his thumb to press against my bundle of nerves.

"Words. Use you're words."

"Yes brenton," I sobbed. The pleasure was too much. Too big. Too much. "I understand."

"Good girl." When brentons thrusts got faster and faster my legs shook and I felt myself wetten even more. My instincts were taking over and I reached to grab onto something, anything. The bedsheets weren't enough.

Brenton was pushing me up, taking me higher than ever, yet I was falling. Falling. I needed something to catch me. I grabbed on to brentons biceps and squeezed. My legs shook even more.

"Oh." I cried out. "Oh my godddd."

Brenton rocked into me hard, deep, with his hand now wrapped around my throat. "What did I tell you?" He questioned, holding eye contact. "Hands, my love."

"I can't brenton. God, it feels so good." I raised my hand and wrapped it softly around his throat. "So, so good."

Brenton chuckled and removed my hand from his throat, then gently tapped my cheek with his fingers. A baby slap.

"Roll over for me, princess." I did. I mustered up some strength with my wobbling limbs and rolled over onto my hands and knees. I haven't been in this position before, adrenaline rushed through my body, along with the pleasure I remembered from seconds ago.

Brenton chuckled and I felt his hand gentelly press against my back. I followed his command like putty in his hand. I arched my back, my chest flush against the mattress and my ass in the air. "Good girl."

I was waiting, my hands flush against the sheets, waiting patiently. For a split second I thought he might have left me like that. Left me in my most vulnerable state. Then I felt it, a sting. A deep sting that vibrated a loud sound through out the bedroom.

He just spanked me.

I didn't notice the moan that left my lips until I heard brenton chuckle. "Really?" He teased. "I was just going to test the watters, but you like getting spanked, huh, kitten?"

"Yes. Please," I cried again. I needed him. My high wasn't there, the tight knot in my stomach became a lose tie.

With that, brenton spanked me once again, just as he thruster into my tight core. "Sweet baby jesus!" I screamed into the pillow under my head. My fingers squeezed the sheets tight between my fingers and I heard brenton groan a deep dark, starved sound.