Country Love (A Billionaire BWWM Romance) by Mia Caldwell Page B

knees. Then he slid my panties down, a little more slowly, exposing
my naked ass to the world. Cool air hit the hot flesh of my core and I
shivered. "But this damn bus is too cramped to do it properly, so I'm
going to have to settle for...this"

 
    He laid the flat
of his hand across my ass cheek with a resounding smack.

 
    "Hey!"
I boiled upward as the sharp pain filled me with rage. He held me down and
pressed his lips to the stinging skin he had just made, kissing it tenderly,
massaging and kneading the muscle. I moaned in confused desire. "What are
you..." my words dissolved into moans as his tongue slid between my
swollen lips, flickering around my opening.

 
    I groaned into
the bunk as his tongue delved deeper. "Holy shit," I gritted as the
hot pain of the spanking dissolved into warm pleasure. I rolled my hips and he
followed my lead, focusing the whole of his attention on my buzzing, needful
nub. My whole body started rocking and undulating in rhythm with his lapping
strokes as I rode the waves of pleasure higher and higher and....

 
    Crack!

 
    He laid a second
smack over my other ass cheek. "Hey!" I half-screamed, half groaned.
"You asshole!"

 
    "The first
was for the bite. The second was for torturing me with all this 'strictly
business' nonsense. And this," he brought his hand down, and I arched my
back to meet it, "is because you seem to really enjoy getting
spanked."

 
    "Dammit,"
I groaned. I had no idea that I liked it. It was humiliating to be treated this
way, held down and spanked by an arrogant rock star, but every nerve ending in
my body was singing a Hallelujah chorus right now.   "Ah!" I cried as his tongue
found me again.

 
    "Jesus,
you're so wet," he rumbled against my sex. "You're as nuts about me
as I am about you, ain't you baby?"

 
    "Unh,"
I moaned thickly. I was so close.

 
    "See, now I
know, because you didn't tell me to stop calling you baby." I could hear
the triumph in his voice and as if to seal my doom, he swirled his finger once
around the rim of my entrance before slipping it inside and pressing his thumb
against my nub,

 
    I exploded in a
shower of fireworks, flinging my head backward and crying out. His lips crashed
into mine from behind me and I came around his finger as he invaded my mouth
with his tongue. I was lost now, completely at his mercy, so when he flipped me
back around to face him with a question in his eyes, the only thing I could
think to say was, "Condom, now."

 
    His eyes
darkened. He reached under the bunk. I squirmed in panting, Pavlovian lust when
I saw that foil wrapper.

 
    "I want to
do it," I demanded, reaching for his fly. The bulge in Tanner Brock's
jeans had been torturing me for weeks now. I'll be damned if I didn't get to
touch it now.

 
    "Be my
guest, baby," he said.

 
    With trembling
fingers, I undid the buttons of his fly. His hips were so narrow and his silver
belt buckle so heavy, that the jeans fell in a puddle onto the floor the minute
I had them unfastened. I took a deep breath and pulled his boxers down.

 
    It was every inch
as glorious as I had imagined. Every one of many, many inches.

 
    "Shit,"
I whispered hoarsely, and licked my lips.

 
    "Don't
praise it 'til you see what it can do," he said. With eyes as dark as
twilight, he leaned into me, forcing me backwards. Then, in a motion so smooth
I swore he had superpowers, he snapped the condom onto his cock, slid his
fingers under my ass, lifted my hips and plunged into me with no preamble,
sinking right up to the hilt.

 
    I cried out in
shock, sinking my nails into his back so hard I was sure I broke the skin.

 
    "Still
trying to hurt me, huh baby?" he panted. "Go ahead, make me bleed for
you." He thrust into me, harder and deeper. I cried out, ragged and raw,
every time he slammed into me. He wasn't being gentle for our first time, not
by a long shot. He was rough, angry, desperate....

 
    And exactly what
I needed.

 
    I screamed out
his