Finding Herself (Surrender) by Alicia Roberts Read Free Book Online Page B

lower, and ran his fingers along her crotch. Emily groaned out loud, too shy to answer.
    “You’re wet,” Nate replied for her. “You’re drenched and turned on by the spanking.” He continued to rub her swollen pussy through the thin fabric of her underwear, and Emily groaned in response.
    “What do you want, Emily? You have to tell me.”
    She groaned, and managed to say, “I want you to take off my panties.”
    What had seemed unthinkable a moment ago now seemed essential. She wanted Nate to see her, to see what he’d done to her, to know just how wet she was.
    Nate hooked his fingers under her waistband, and she heard the ri-ip of the thin fabric, and realized he’d torn them off her. Now she was bare, her pussy exposed for him, and she felt a mixture of pride and shyness.
    “You smell like sex,” Nate growled, and lowered his face to her hips. “I bet you taste delicious.”
    He grabbed her hips and used his tongue to spear her clit.
    Oh God. Emily moaned and said something gibberish. She felt like she would pass out, she saw everything go black and her whole body went limp. And then the blood in her veins was flowing again, and she moaned out loud and felt his tongue on her swollen pussy. He licked her and lapped up her juices, intent on tasting every drop, stroking his tongue inside her and making her scream and spurt out hot liquid. She bucked wildly and her pussy clenched and unclenched and the pressure built inside her slowly. And then it all exploded, and she felt the orgasm ride through her in wild, crazy waves. It passed out of her slowly and left her limp and exhausted.
    “Oh.” Emily sighed weakly and whimpered.
    “Stay like that.”
    She heard the rip of a foil packet and then Nate grabbed her hips again and positioned himself against her drenched opening. She felt the tip of his cock pressing against hot entrance, and moaned weakly. “I don’t think I can.”
    “You can,” he said hoarsely, reaching down with one hand and twirling his fingers against her sensitive nub. Instantly, every hair on her body was standing up, and her nerves were on fire. Emily moaned again. She had never felt anything like this before. Never had her body responded so obediently to a man’s command.
    Nate grabbed her hips with his hands and held her steady. “You will do this,” he said, “And you will come only when I tell you to. Not before.”
    Nate pushed into her slowly, spreading her apart and sliding into her slick, wet entrance. Emily moaned and rocked against him, trying to take him in deeper, and he stroked her inner walls as she clenched down. Gradually, he thrust into her faster, stroking against her sensitive spot and making her thrash and moan and beg for release.
    “Please,” she moaned, “Please, let me come.”
    “Not yet,” he said hoarsely, slowing down again.
    Emily whimpered in dismay, feeling the exquisite torture of his lust, and she tried to rock her hips and squeeze her walls to make him lose control. But he continued to torment her, and finally, Emily accepted her fate: she would wait for Nate’s permission to come.
    As if sensing her obedience, Nate began to move faster, slamming into her roughly and making her groan loudly. Emily felt the pressure building inside her, the familiar feeling in the pit of her stomach begging for release. “Please.” The word came out as a soft whimper, but she already knew the answer.
    “Not yet.”
    Emily closed her eyes. She clenched her muscles, trying to stop the climax from escaping, and then she tried to relax and breathe deeply. Every nerve body was alert, every sense was heightened. It seemed like an eternity, the frustration grew and grew and every part of her body was on fire. 
    “You may come.”
    Emily let go instantly, and the torrents came gushing out of her. Her body bucked and spasmed and the climax flooded out. She felt Nate stiffen inside her, and she knew he was coming too, and then she felt the world darken around her and