Spanked by an Angel [Notorious Nephilim 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read Online Free PDF

could feel the juices trickle onto her upper thighs.
    Both his hands were on her ass cheeks, and still his mouth continued its assault on her. Her clit throbbed, and Abigail was sure she’d come any second now. When he smacked her left ass cheek hard, she jumped.
    “Sorry,” he muttered. “Can’t help it. Your ass just begs to be spanked.”
    Abigail gazed into his unusual eyes, panting. Should she tell him her fantasies of being put over a man’s knee and spanked? He’d do it. She was sure of it. But was she ready for something so intense?
    A slow, sexy grin spread over his face as he watched her, almost as if he could read her thoughts. Considering everything that had happened between them this evening, Abigail wouldn’t be surprised at all to find he could.
    “You’ve been really bad,” he said, grabbing her ass again. “First you tease me at dinner with those chocolate-colored eyes of yours, and then you flirt with me in the sleigh.”
    “I didn’t flirt with you.”
    Both hands came down on her ass cheeks in a hard smack. Abigail yelped, more from the contractions that started in her pussy than the sting.
    “You did, Abigail. And you didn’t wear those panties because you’re a good girl.”
    Before she could think of a clever answer, Zach sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her over one knee. She exhaled sharply as he pinned both her legs with his right thigh and held one hand against her lower back, rendering her unable to move.
    He caressed her ass, moving one finger along the crack all the way to her wet opening. When he slipped it inside her pussy, Abigail moaned loudly, pushing into his thigh as the climax overtook her.
    He purred deep in his chest. “Had a feeling you were close.”
    His left hand moved off her lower back and underneath to tease her nipple as his finger slid in and out, so slowly she thought she’d go out of her mind. The contractions went on forever.
    “Please…” she begged.
    “Tell me what you want.” His voice washed over her, low and sexy, filling her senses. “Tell me exactly what you want, and if it gets to be too much to handle, tell me that, too. I don’t want to hurt you or scare you. I’m here only to pleasure you, Abigail.”
    She blinked back tears at his tender words, swallowing against the sudden lump in her throat. “I don’t know what I want.”
    He pulled his finger out of her pussy and smacked her ass hard. “Yes, you do. Tell me.”
    “Spank me,” she said, her voice shaking. “Spank me hard.”
    “And then what?”
    “Zach, please…”
    Abigail had never said such things out loud. For one thing, no one had ever bothered to ask. She was used to the men in her life taking what they wanted, whether it pleased her or not.
    He slapped her ass again. “I want to hear you say it, Abigail. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
    “Fuck me. I want you to fuck me hard and deep.”
    He chuckled softly. “That a girl. First things first, though.”
    She writhed and moaned, unable to move anything except her arms, as he struck her ass cheeks again and again. Each time he did, she rocked her hips against his thigh until her clit ached and another orgasm began to build. Her ass was on fire, and she lost count of the number of swats. Every spanking fantasy she’d ever had couldn’t compete with the reality. She’d never experienced such an intoxicating blend of pain and pleasure.
    Each time he stopped, she thought he’d let her up, but instead he thrust two fingers inside her pussy, fucking her slowly. She braced for the coming orgasm, but before it came, he removed his fingers and began to spank her again. She cried out in frustration and pain, pushing against his thigh to try to bring on the climax.
    Abigail lost track of time and place. His hand on her ass and his fingers inside her were the only sensations that were real. It took her a few minutes to realize the whimpering sounds she heard came from her own throat.
    “That’s enough for