Disciplinary Measures by Cara Bristol Page A

held his head against her. Her nipples awakened to his gentle swipes and tugs, hardening and sending quivers into her sex.
    Linc lifted his head, and they kissed. She loved the way he coaxed, seduced with his lips, his tongue, the whisper of his breath, his heady taste. On their first date, she’d known he would be her forever man from his good-night kiss.
    As he seduced her with his mouth, he busied his fingers by pinching and pulling on her taut, wet nipples. Her pussy contracted, moistening, and her clit throbbed, demanding attention. Regina pulled away, kicked off her crystal-studded flip-flops, and squirmed out of her tight jeans.
    “I love it when you do that.” He rose to his feet to take off his shirt. His cock had risen too and strained against his zipper.
    “Get naked?” She grinned and hooked her thumbs into her thong.
    “That too.” His shirt landed atop her blouse, his jeans nearby. “But I meant the way you wiggle.” The wetness from his weeping cock darkened a spot on his blue briefs.
    “You want wiggle?” She shimmied her shoulders so her breasts danced.
    Linc growled; she laughed and tossed her shoulder-length hair. He grabbed her and hoisted her into his arms, fastening his mouth on a nipple as he carried her out of the office and down the hall. Her dangling legs bumped his cock, and she teased him by rubbing her foot against his hardness. He clamped an arm beneath her buttocks and smacked her ass with his free hand. She squealed. He chuckled and sucked harder on her nipple. Once in their room, he ripped the covers off the bed and deposited her on the mattress. In a flash, he’d shucked off his shorts and joined her.
    Linc nipped her neck and shoulders, the tiny stings of pain stirring a yearning between her legs. He nudged her to lie back against the pillows, but she grabbed his hard-on, slid her hand along the length, caught the velvety cap on the upward stroke, and swirled her thumb in the fluid leaking from the tip. She shoved on his chest, and he reclined. Smiling, Regina straddled his thighs, brushing her wet pussy against his leg. Heat flared in his eyes.
    Scooting down, she dragged her hardened nipples over his thighs and groin before squeezing his cock between her breasts. His hiss turned to a groan when she flipped her head and dusted her hair over his cock before drawing him into her mouth.
    The scent of man and soap filled her nose as she used her lips and mouth to pleasure him. She licked his shaft, swiped her tongue around the ridge, and drew him deep the way he liked.
    He surrendered to her ministrations, emitting rumbles of satisfaction, his hips seeming to thrust on their own, but then he tugged at her arm. “Let me make you come.”
    Regina shook her head. “Huh-uh,” she mumbled, her mouth full of cock. She sucked harder and cupped his balls. Her pleasure didn’t matter as much as his. She wanted to do this for him. Show him how much she loved him, desired him. Put him in an extra-mellow mood.
    She had brought in the day’s mail.
    She engulfed his erection until his pubic hair tickled her nose and he hit the back of her throat, almost triggering her gag reflex.
    “Gina.” Her name rumbled in his throat. Linc pinched and pulled an engorged nipple, elongating it further, and she closed her eyes, feeling the tug clear down to her pussy.
    He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her off him. She expected him to push her back against the pillows or spread her legs and eat her out, but he scooted to the edge and gestured for her to move closer.
    She wiped the drool from her mouth, rolled off the bed, and planted her feet on the floor. He often took her from behind as she bent over the bed.
    “No.” He shook his head, grasped her arm, and tugged.
    Peering at him, she creased her forehead. “I don’t understand. What do you want me to do?”
    “I’d like to try something.” He patted his thigh.
    At first she assumed he wanted her to continue the blowjob, but then his meaning