thigh and pulled it toward him, parting her legs, she mewled. He stroked the sensitive skin of her inner thighs and slid his fingers to the apex of her legs. He cupped her womanhood with his large, warm hand.
A primitive growl escaped his throat, and she felt his cock harden under her stomach. "You're sopping wet, darlin'," he said, his voice low with lust. "What a naughty little girl you are. You liked getting spanked, didn't you?" He gave her pussy a light swat. "You needed to be taught a lesson over my knee."
The little spank to her most sensitive place delivered a shot of arousal and ache. Beth felt her face flush at his words. "I didn't like the spanking, Grover. It hurt," she whimpered, feeling as helpless under his pleasuring hand as she had under his punishing one.
His fingertips found her bundle of nerves and lingered there, brushing and circling it. "But you liked me showing I care, didn't you? That's the good thing about a spanking."
Beth moaned. "There are more, um, pleasant ways to do that." She felt his manhood twitch under her stomach again, as if on cue volunteering to offer another way. "Please, Grover. I need to feel you inside of me," she said, her voice husky with desire.
He needed no further encouragement. She found herself being lifted and bent over the arm of the sofa, her spanked bottom in the air. She heard him shucking off his trousers and shortly after felt his cock pressing at her entrance. He clutched her hips and moved into her a little at a time, and she gasped and threw back her head as he filled her. He began his movements slow and gentle, but soon picked up speed. He thrust in and out and landed a swat on her sore bottom.
She yelped. "This isn't very romantic, Marshal, taking me like a bull takes a cow."
He smacked her again. "Hush. This is how naughty girls who lie to the marshal get fucked."
Her heartbeat quickened and her breath hitched at a particularly strong thrust. He filled her so completely, claiming with every movement that her body was his to ravage. She loved being his, if only for a short time.
"Are there other naughty girls, Marshal, or is it just me?" she inquired saucily.
He smacked her ass hard, once on each cheek, before fisting her hair and pulling her head back. Leaning over, he growled in her ear, "I only see one at the moment, darlin', one whose mouth I'm about to gag. Now if you please, shut the fuck up while I'm fucking you."
His bawdy command heightened her arousal. She moaned as he pounded into her, harder and faster. Each thrust drove her mons against the arm of the sofa, sending jolts of impact to her clit. Soon the pleasure of her orgasm washed over her. She let out a low wail and arched her back. She grasped the cushions on the sofa.
"That's it, darlin'." He wrapped an arm around her, bent down, and brought her to his chest. He held her tight during his own release, which began as hers ended. After he poured the last of his seed into her, he gave a final thrust and pulled out. He hugged her from behind, enveloping her thin body in his big arms. In a gesture that seemed especially sweet after the rigorous lovemaking, he kissed the shell of her ear and the side of her neck.
"Thank you for that, honey. You're a surprise and delight." He rested his chin on her shoulder, tickling it with his beard.
She breathed hard. She didn't know what to say. "You're delightful too, Marshal."
He chuckled, kissed her neck again, and released her. He wrapped the towel around her body and pulled his trousers over his hips. He sat on the sofa and collected her into his lap, where he continued to hold her in his arms.
"Everything's going to be okay, so far as your husband goes. You don't need to be afraid. It won't be hard for you to get a divorce and keep the baby because Nathan's reputation is already about as good as muck. Though he's never been found guilty of a crime, he won't have rights to the child if a lawman puts in a word for you. I can say a few things about