Unexpected Consequences by Cara Bristol Page B

collided, tangled, as he captured her tight, rosy nipples while Melania tore at his buttons. After she pushed his shirt off his shoulders, she tugged on his belt buckle. She fumbled, unable to release the stiff leather. He pushed her hands away and yanked the belt hard, freeing the strap of leather from the buckle. Melania moved to his zipper, slid down the tab, and shoved his pants and briefs to his ankles.
    He expelled a vicious curse as she encircled his erection, smoothing her fingers over the crown, tracing the ridge, seeking out and teasing the opening. Lust rocketed through him, but it was relief and gratitude that made him shake. Until this moment, Jared hadn’t known how worried he’d been. The realization hit him that his uncertainty about the spanking was caused by fear of her reaction, her rejection. He’d accused Melania of not trusting him, but he was guilty of the same. He’d assumed her post-discipline reticence was a symptom of something more serious—that he’d lost her—instead of a normal, natural reaction.
    Melania meant everything to him. She made him weak—and she made him strong. With her, he felt as if he could conquer the world.
    Jared toed off his shoes and socks, and then kicked aside his pants and shorts. Melania stroked his cock, whipped his blazing lust to a roaring bonfire. He ached to thrust inside her, to seal their union of spirit, but he wouldn’t last two seconds inside her wet heat.
    He gripped her shoulders and gently forced her to her knees.
    Melania peered at him, the innocence of her wide-eyed regard belied by the seductive smile curving her lips.
    He tangled his hands in her hair. “Suck me.” His crude words ordered; his hoarse tone begged.
    Her plump lips, kissed rosy, parted, and she engulfed him with her mouth. Jared jerked. Savage pleasure pounded white-hot spikes through his cock and balls. She sucked the way he’d taught her to, using her lips and tongue, her mouth working his rod with innocent abandon. She hollowed her cheeks as she sucked, taking him deep in the back of her throat.
    Desperately afraid she might stop, he captured her head with his hands, preventing her from withdrawing even though she showed no signs of wanting to. She closed her mouth around him like a vise. The harmony of enjoyment that erupted from her throat mingled with a melody of slurping and sucking to create a sweet, carnal song.
    The view heightened the sensations rolling through him. From above, he could see her face, the devilment glinting in her eyes, and could watch his cock slide in and out of her mouth. That alone was arousing enough. But the view in the mirrors almost brought him to his knees. The image of his wife, submissive, kneeling at his feet, her ass spanked scarlet, stirred deep feelings of possessiveness.
    Melania was his.
    “Spread your legs, Melania,” he growled. “Show me your pussy.” He’d been picturing her all night.
    She complied, opening her legs wide, revealing the wetness of her desire. Jared sucked in a harsh gasp at the perfection. “Sweet Melania. You’re so fucking beautiful,” he groaned. He twisted his hands in her hair, clinging to the silken strands.
    She increased her magic with her mouth, and he struggled for control, to prolong the pleasure, but the heat whipped through him, and his balls contracted with impending orgasm. He thrust his hips fast and hard into her mouth, his cock convulsed, and he pumped his hot seed into her throat.
    Pulsations continued to ripple through his cock when he pulled out of her grasping mouth. She moaned, swallowing, licking her lips as if savoring his cum.
    Jared’s gaze collided with hers. He drew ragged breaths into his lungs. He wasn’t finished with Melania. Not by a long shot. Now he could give her the pleasure she was due.
     
    Melania gasped as Jared swung her into his arms and sat her on their huge four-poster bed, then positioned her so her legs bent at the knees and her ass and heels were even with