HannasHaven by Lorna Jean Roberts Page B

along with something else,
something she didn’t want to acknowledge.
    Pleasure.
    Each spank made her clit throb harder, made her folds
slicker as her pussy rejoiced in his punishment.
    This was crazy, it was embarrassing, wrong.
    And so hot she could explode.
    “You are not frigid,” Marcus paused to brush his hand over
her heated cheeks. “Maybe what Dan offered wasn’t anything you were interested
in, ever think of that? I bet he was soft, that he asked you for direction,
didn’t he?”
    She shivered as he moved his hand lower, brushing it against
her shaved mound.
    “Uhh-hmm, bet he never spanked this little bottom, did he?”
Marcus pressed one finger through her folds.
    “And I bet you never got this wet for him, did you, Hanna?
You liked your spanking, didn’t you?”
    “No,” she cried out, squirming, humiliated.
    Smack!
    “No lying or I’ll keep going.”
    She froze. Surely not. No way could she handle any more,
could she?
    He returned his finger to her pussy, pushing in deep. Just
one digit, but it was enough to make her arch and cry out.
    “Oh yes, you like your pleasure with a bit of pain, don’t
you, Hanna? And I reckon Dan never realized that about you. I bet he never took
the time to truly figure out what you wanted, what you needed.”
    He moved his finger in and out, pressing deep. Hanna
couldn’t catch her breath.
    “So tight. So warm and snug. Been a while, hasn’t it? My
poor girl, you need this so bad.”
    Marcus slipped his finger out and Hanna whimpered, pushing
her hips up, wanting more.
    “No moving. You move without my permission and I start
spanking again, understand? Hanna?”
    “Yes,” Hanna groaned. She was willing to do anything to get
him to touch her pussy again. She knew she was on the cusp of something great.
    “Good girl.” His praise emboldened her. “Now part your legs.
Wider. Excellent.”
    Hanna blushed at how exposed she was. She could only guess
how she looked, lying on his lap—her legs spread wide, her butt pink and
glowing.
    “I reckon this luscious little pussy is just crying out for
the attention it deserves.” He skimmed his fingertips over her mound and rolled
one finger over her clit, pushing down on the swollen nub.
    Hanna gritted her teeth, holding back the urge to grind
against him.
    “Very good, sugar. I know how hard it must be to stay still.
You’re doing so well. Don’t worry, I reward good behavior.”
    She liked the sound of that.
    He circled her clit, drawing out from her a whimper. “Have
you ever played with this sweet little nub? Did you think dream about someone flicking
it with their tongue, sucking on it while thrusting their fingers into your
pussy?”
    Did he really expect her to talk? While pleasure coursed
through her? Of course she’d dreamed about it, about having him do all of those
things to her.
    “Hanna, I don’t like waiting.”
    “Y-yes.”
    Marcus stilled and Hanna grew tense, wondering what she’d
done wrong.
    “Yes, what?” he asked. “Tell me. Who did you dream about
while you touched yourself?”
    She took a deep breath. Be brave. “You.”
    “Good,” he told her as his finger slowly circled her clit. It
was all she could do not to yell at him to finish it already. Every nerve in
her body was smoldering, waiting, wanting to explode into flames.
    “I can’t wait to eat you out. I want to get my tongue deep
inside you, lick up all your sweet juices. Then I’m going to explore you, eat
at you leisurely until I’m full.”
    Hanna quivered, more aroused than she’d ever been in her
life. Her pussy clenched, released.
    Marcus pressed his thumb against her passage and tapped his
finger against her clit. He let her hands go. “Keep them there, please,” he
told her.
    He parted her ass with one hand. “Did you ever dream of me
playing with this beautiful hole, Hanna?” he asked, drawing his thumb away from
her pussy and pressing it against her dark butthole.
    “No,” she squealed. “Oh