Unbreakable (Highway Reapers Motorcycle Club Book 2) Read Online Free PDF Page B

open as he assessed how she was handling what he was doing. She writhed on his lap, but she had calmed down her kiss to submit to his.
     
    She seemed to be willing to accept what he was dishing out as she rolled her hips, rubbing her pussy against his jeans. He’d be damned if his pants were going to get the pleasure of her wetness before his cock did, so he moved her so she couldn’t grind against him.
     
    “Please,” she said with a whimper, and that made him want to deny her even more.
     
    She broke away, moved off him completely and pulled down her pants before laying down across his lap. Her round ass looked like it needed to be pinkened up a bit as it was just a little bit peachier than her white cotton panties. No way had she known about that little fetish; he’d only done it a few times with a girlfriend who liked to be spanked, but he loved doing it. It turned him on when a woman offered herself to him; it was the ultimate turn on. He wanted to make sure that was what this was.
     
    “What do you want from me?” He asked and tried to clear his throat because his voice had become gruff with arousal.
     
    She looked at him over his shoulder and shrugged.
     
    “I don’t like to play games where I don’t know the rules. The way we’ve been spotty with our communication, I’d need a verbal indication of what you’d like.”
     
    “Spank me,” she said with a whisper.
     
    He looked down at her offering and could feel his pants tighten as his cock swelled even harder than it was before. This wasn’t something he expected, but fuck if he didn’t want it. His large, tanned hand was such a contrast to her pale smooth cheeks, and he found himself fascinated by the look of them together. Rubbing his hand up the crack of her ass made the underwear get lodged between her cheeks, making it look innocent and obscene at the same time.
     
    Crack.
     
    He gave her one smart smack to her left cheek, and she stiffened for a second before a shiver moved through her body exiting in a shaky breath that let him know this was really what she wanted. Good. That would make this after dinner snack just a touch more delicious.
     
    “Do you have a safe word you’d like to use in case you want me to stop?” He was torn between wanting to make sure she was safe and not asking too many questions so she would change her mind. The safety was the winner because as much as he wanted to warm her buns to a nice deep pink, he wanted to make sure she was all in.
     
    “I don’t need one,” she said with her breath coming out like she had been holding it. He continued petting her round ass, enjoying the anticipation they were both feeling waiting for the next swat to land, but if she didn’t want to play by the rules, then there would be no game.
     
    “If you don’t have a safe word, then we don’t continue. It’s as simple as that.” He prepared to push her off his lap, but before he could start the process she stopped him.
     
    “Wait,” she said looking over her shoulder, “forgive me.”
     
    “I said I was working on that, Ella, and I make no promises.” Tyson knew she was relentless when she wanted something, but he wasn’t going to tell her that he would forgive her because he got to warm her ass.
     
    “No. I mean I want my safe word to be ‘forgive me.’” Ella sounded like she wanted to say that louder, but her voice cracked right in the middle of it.
     
    This woman was good. It was as if she knew what to say to cause the most emotional response. She was either the most sincere person he’d met or the best con in the business. He needed to find which one she was quick, fast, and in a hurry.
     
    “I accept your choice.” He watched her return to how she was laying before, and she just waited. Not one to sit around and sort out feelings, he didn’t really know what to think about any of this. Most of the blood that should have been going to his brain was filling his cock, and his mind was scrambled.