Passion For Hire (Passion #5) by J. A Melville

continued to thrust into her, his movements slower, more relaxed now she’d come. “What happens to naughty whores who don’t do as they’re told?”
    “They get punished.” She moaned and her moan turned to a scream that pierced the air when his hand came down hard on her left buttock. The sound of his palm meeting the fleshy curve of her ass like a gun shot.
    Her whole body jerked and Adrian grabbed her hair which he’d made her put up in a ponytail. He fisted it, pulling hard enough to force her head back towards him, her neck arched under the strain of the grip he had on her hair.
    “I think you like this don’t you? Your cunt is so fucking wet but that’s because you disobeyed me didn’t you?” He brought his hand down hard on her right buttock, before running his palm almost soothingly over the skin which was already turning pink. It took so little to put some colour in her cheeks, the cheeks of her ass that was. “Such a pretty shade of pink my little whore.” He whispered in her ear before straightening again.
    Five more times his hand made contact with her buttocks and when her skin was glowing red, he decided she had been punished appropriately, he slammed into her, hard, fast, unrelenting until she screamed and came again. Hastily he pulled out of her, removed the butt plug and flipped her limp body over so she was lying on her back. He crawled over her until his cock was poised above her parted lips as she sucked in some much needed air after coming for the seventh time.
    “Open up for me because now I’m going to fuck that sweet mouth of yours and you’re going to take all of me aren’t you?” He asked and she nodded as she stared up at him, her eyelids heavy. He raised an eyebrow at her. “You’re not going to fall asleep on me are you? Not until you give me what I want. I’ve made you come seven times so it’s my turn now.”
    When she parted her lips for him, he pushed his heavy, engorged cock inside her, feeling her warm and wet mouth tighten around him. God, he needed this. It was always brutal servicing Donna. She was insatiable and he had to stay hard for so many hours his balls were blue. He was aching for his release and slowly at first; he began to move thrusting into her until he brushed the back of her throat. He then retreated until just the head of his cock was still between her lips and repeated the process, enjoying the feeling of being taken by her sweet mouth.
    He began to move faster, his steady strokes into her, driving him closer and closer to coming. The pressure began to build, his need desperate, all his focus now on reaching his orgasm. He’d more than earned it after the number of times he’d made her come. As it rushed up on him, his body going rigid except for the jerk of his cock, he threw his head back and growled. His eyes jammed shut at the pleasure radiating through him and he cried out, a tormented, tortured cry of frustration when the image of a blonde woman filled his head. “Fuck, dammit, fuck.” He cried out not wanting Faith here at all even if it was just in his mind. In a bid to drive her from his thoughts he pulled his cock from Donna’s mouth and lowered his head sinking his fangs into her neck.
    When her vein popped and blood flooded his mouth, she shrieked in pain, but he felt a little calmer, although his body still jerked as he continued to pump out the last of his release over her stomach.
    Once he’d finished not only feeding but coming all over her, he pulled back and quickly put her under mild mind control. He bit his wrist to get his blood flowing and rubbed some into her neck, watching the puncture wounds heal almost instantly. Then all he had to do was wipe those last couple of minutes from her mind before lifting the control so she was lucid again.
    When he raised himself to look at her, he couldn’t help smiling at the blissful expression on her face. She looked every bit the well fucked and extremely satisfied woman. Her eyelids