Heart Song Anthology by Carolyn Faulkner (e reader pdf best TXT) 📕

knew what she liked, what she wanted. He wanted to hear it and she had to say it.

“I like it when you put your hands on my ass.” To accentuate the point, Alison squirmed around, rising on her toes so that the fingers in Warrington’s right hand slid between her legs, to her wetness.

Warrington understood, slipping a finger inside Alison’s pussy, feeling her warmth, her wetness. Warrington removed his fingers and spanked Alison again.

“I like that even more, sir,” Alison cooed.

Abruptly, Warrington swung Alison around. He sank down onto the couch, pulling her down into his lap.

Before she knew it, Alison was face down in the cushions of the couch, laying across Warrington’s lap.

He grabbed both her arms by her wrists, holding them behind her back, gripped by his powerful, large left hand.

She smiled as she felt his hard penis push against her belly.

With his right hand, he tossed up Alison’s skirt, exposing her ass. Her thighs were gleaming with juices. He gently rubbed both ass cheeks with his free hand, occasionally brushing his fingers in between her legs to feel her wetness. His wet fingers trailed against her ass cheeks.

Alison could feel his fingers spreading her warm juices all over her cheeks. It made her pussy wetter.

The first slap was unexpected, but oh so very welcome. This is what she wanted, and she knew Warrington would give it to her. The second slap was harder than the first, as was each successive spank, each one jolting her forward. Her long brown hair fell over her face and eyes. She couldn’t see anything, but she didn’t need to. All she needed to do was feel the strong, forceful spanking Warrington was giving her, and to feel the orgasm beginning to well up inside of her. She hoped she wouldn’t come too soon, yet she knew she wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer. This new wrinkle, Warrington taking her in his office, was exciting her to orgasm quicker than usual.

Alison didn’t hear the suite door open, nor did she hear it close. Warrington’s slaps continued to echo in the small suite, hiding the sound of footsteps that came across the carpeted floor. It was only when Warrington stopped spanking her, that she sensed someone else was in the room. It was only when a smaller hand, not Warrington’s hand – she knew what his hand felt like and this wasn’t it – was placed on her throbbing, burning ass cheeks, that she realized someone else was there.

Alison’s body froze at the touch of another person. Her body stiffened and she struggled against Warrington’s grip in her wrists. He was too strong, and she could not break loose. She tossed her head back, trying to get her hair out of her eyes, trying to see who else was there, but she could not free her sight. She saw only an outline of a person through the strands of hair that would not get out of the way.

“Matt?” she called out in fear. “Is someone else here?”

“Quiet,” he commanded.

So, Warrington knew there was someone else. This calmed her somewhat, but not totally. She was mortified to think someone else was in the room seeing her this way, lying over Warrington’s lap, ass exposed, on the brink of an orgasm.

“Matt,” she called out again.

“That’s enough,” Warrington commanded. Three hard slaps on each cheek accompanying his word.

Alison obeyed, quiet and frozen, focusing on the pain to distract her from her thoughts.

Alison felt Warrington’s familiar hand caressing her reddened ass cheeks, and the hand of another, rubbing her inner thighs, caressing them up and down, down, and up. Each upward caress came closer and closer to her pussy.

Alison’s mind told her this was too strange, too much for her to handle, but her body told her otherwise. The strange, caressing, probing fingers found her clit. The fingers no longer roved up and down her inner thighs, they remained between her legs, tweaking and stroking. Despite her own desires, amid Warrington’s caress and the stranger’s fingers, Alison’s body relaxed, once again laying limp across Warrington’s lap. She buried her head in the cushions of the couch, not thinking, just feeling.

The fingers between her legs expertly encouraged the orgasm that had begun to build earlier. The stranger must have sensed how close Alison was, as the strokes on her clit intensified with the increasing warmth.

Alison felt her orgasm rise from deep inside her. She spread her legs slightly, giving the probing fingers freedom to continue. Held down by Warrington and spurred on by the orgasm welling up inside, Alison surrendered to her body. She strained to arch her back against the pressure Warrington was applying to hold her down. She came hard and long, longer and wetter than she had in quite some time.

Seeing her orgasm, Warrington eased up the pressure of his hold, allowing Alison the range and movement she needed to fully embrace it.

Seconds that seemed like minutes passed as Alison’s orgasm ran through her body. In the throes of her ecstasy, she was aware of nothing except the pleasure her body granted her.

When she was able to focus her mind again, Warrington had released his grip on her wrists, and was no longer holding her down. Realizing this, she jumped off his lap, pulling her legs up to her chest, tossing her hair out of her face, swinging into a sitting position on the couch, her back to the arm rest, her feet on the cushions.

Warrington rose as if nothing had happened.

Alison watched in quiet amazement as he strolled across the suite, lifted his jacket off the back of the chair and slipped it on.

He came back to Alison and kissed her on the head. “I’ve got that meeting I told you about.” He strode towards the door before turning back to Alison. “Stay as long as you like, but I’ll be out all afternoon.”

Alison looked at Warrington, speechless and utterly amazed. “Did that just happen? What the hell just happened?” she shouted