HannasHaven

by Lorna Jean Roberts

  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 please.”

  “Please what?” Marcus asked, stilling. “Please stop? Or please play with my ass, push your thumb inside me, prepare me for your cock?”

  “Oh god.” She hardly believed that this wasn’t a dream. Was this really happening to her?

  “Which is it, Hanna? Stop? Or keep going?”

  Hanna cried out, “Keep going.”

  “Good girl. My good, brave girl. I’m so proud of you.”

  Flushed with his praise, Hanna didn’t even have time to worry about her ass being invaded. He pressed his thumb inside her. She gasped, a slight burning accompanied a dark, sensual delight.

  She wiggled, unbelievably wanting more.

  Smack! Smack!

  Hanna’s ass stung with Marcus’ sharp whacks.

  “Stay still or I’ll have to restrain you.”

  Her pussy flooded. Marcus chuckled. “Ooh, I see you like that. Maybe another time. For now, you’re going to stay still while I explore this little bottom. Damn, that’s sexy. Your cheeks are nice and pink and your bottom is sucking me in like it was tailor-made for me. Was it, Hanna? Was this bottom made to take me?”

  Hanna couldn’t answer, her voice swept away in a sea of need.

  A smack to her stinging butt brought her back. “Answer me,” Marcus growled.

  “Yes. It was made for you. Please.”

  “Shh, soon, baby,” he crooned. “I promise. Relax for me.”

  Hanna made herself relax a little and he pushed deeper.

  “Ahh, that feels amazing. This ass is going to be like my own hot, snug nirvana.”

  Whimpering, Hanna knew she couldn’t keep still much longer. She needed more, so much more.

  “But not tonight, you’re not ready for that.” He drew his thumb out and she nearly cried at the loss.

  “Shh, baby, it’s okay, I’m going to take care of you, I promise.”

  He rolled her onto her back and stripped off her t-shirt. Hanna blushed, feeling more vulnerable now than she had lying over his knee getting her butt smacked.

  She covered her small breasts and drew her legs up to hide herself.

  “Oh no, there will be none of that.” He shed his boxers. Instantly, her attention was drawn to his thick erection—flared head, the thick shaft, heavy balls.

  Fear pushed aside some of her arousal. “Umm, Marcus?”

  “Shh, it’s okay.” Marcus grinned. A purely masculine smile of pride. “Don’t you worry none, sugar, we’re going to fit together just fine. Now I want you to reach up and grab hold of that headboard. And you’re going to lay your legs flat on the mattress and spread them. Wide.”

  “Marcus, I don’t think—”

  “That’s right, you’re not to think. Just do. Now move it or you’re going to find yourself back over my lap and I won’t go as easy on you as I just did.”

  Easy? Oh hell.

  He crossed his arms over his magnificent chest, intense satisfaction curling his lips. Damn, how could she ever deny him anything? She slowly raised her arms and clasped hold of the metal rungs of the headboard.

  “Good, now your legs. Very nice. I’m proud of you. Do you know what I’ve dreamed about, Hanna? I’ve dreamed about watching you pleasure yourself. About ordering you onto your knees to give me a blowjob. About pushing you over the back of a sofa and taking you from behind. About licking you out in the shower and then taking you up against a wall.”

  Her heart raced hard and fast. She might just die of a heart attack before he ever got around to truly touching her.

  His grin was wicked. “Damn, you’re sexy. I almost don’t know where to start. Do I kiss those lush lips of yours? Lick my way down your long, gorgeous neck? Or should I start with your breasts? Shall I kiss them? Bite them? Lap at them until we’re both screaming for relief?” he mused.

  “Start anywhere,” she told him. “I’m on fire. I can’t take it, please.”

  “Well, since you asked so nicely.” He lay down next to her and cupped her breast, running his thumb over her hard nipple. His touch instantly sent a zing of pleasure straight to her clit.

  “Now, remember, Hanna, no moving. I want to touch and explore.” His mouth surrounded her other nipple before she could protest, just that light touch enough to have bliss sizzling through her body. Hanna tightened her hold on the headboard. Her skin came alive in the wake of his mouth as he tasted her lips, her throat, her breasts.

  He kissed along her jaw, pausing where her pulse leapt in her throat before continuing down her neck. He nipped at the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulders. Hanna jolted, zings of pleasure whipping through her blood ferociously.

  Marcus cupped her breasts, pushing them together so he could attack both nipples at once. His tongue rasped across them, making her arch up for more. Her pussy throbbed as he squeezed and molded her mounds. Then his mouth bit down on one nipple, the mix of pleasure and pain a heady feeling.

  Her breath came in harsh gasps as he then lapped the abused nipple gently. He played with her until she couldn’t speak. She simply lay there, trying to remember how to breathe.

  Leaving her breasts, he worked his way down her body. “So hot. So sexy.” He kissed her flat stomach. “Damn, I have wanted you for so long.” He kissed each hip. “As soon as I get inside that tight pussy, I’m going to explode.”

  He pressed a kiss at the top of her slit then parted the lips of her pussy and stared at her. His gaze drifted up over her, his eyes filled with arousal. “Your scent is intoxicating, it’s been torturing me for weeks. I’ve dreamed about what this pussy would look like. I didn’t even come close. Pretty and pink. Yum.” He swiped his tongue over her folds. “Oh yeah, creamy and sweet. Delicious.”

  Moving between her spread thighs, he grabbed some pillows, arranging them under her hips. He knelt between her legs and parted her flesh once more, studying her with hunger. He ran his fingers over her, leaving no part of her untouched.

  “Perfect. Get comfy, baby, I’m going to be here a while.”

  Lying on his stomach, he swirled his tongue around her clit and lapped at it in long, slow swipes that had her heart pounding, her head thrashing back and forth. Using one finger, he circled her opening.

  “Oh my god,” she cried out. She’d never experienced anything like this in her life.

  “Does that feel good, Hanna?” he asked. He softly pinched her clit between his thumb and forefinger.

  Hanna panted heavily, caught up in a wild storm of need—flashes of desire followed by thundering pleasure. Suddenly he rolled her onto her hip.

  Smack! His hand landed on her butt, making her focus instantly on him.

  “Answer me.”

  Oh hell, what was the question?

  “Y-yes,” she cried.

  “Yes, what?”

  “Yes, it feels so good.”

  Pleasure rushed her, overwhelming her, pushing her higher and higher.

  “Hold off, baby. Don’t come.”

  What? But she was so close!

  A shudder ran through her. Tap! Marcus smacked his fingertips down on her clit.

  “Ahh,” she cried out, on the edge of pleasure-pain. Her pussy clenched then released. Her entire world had centered down to this. Need. Heat. Bliss.

  He smacked her again. “Hold off until I tell you to come.” Gazing at her intently, he slowly pulled the lips of her pussy apart. He licked her from the bottom of her folds all the way to the top before starting all over again. Long, succulent, decadent swipes of his tongue.

  “I need to come,” she cried out.

  “Not quite yet. Just a bit longer. You can do it, baby.”
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  Could she? She wasn’t so sure. Then his tongue thrust over her clit. Back and forth.

  Heaven.

  Shivers ran up and down her legs, her back. Heat pooled in her belly, spreading out. She couldn’t hold on, she couldn’t. Her whole world focused in on his tongue tapping a rhythm on her clit.

  “Good girl. You may come.”

  She exploded, disintegrating into bliss, her hips thrusting up and down as he continued to lick at her clit.

  “Oh wow, oh wow.” Her body felt like a pile of mush.

  He chuckled. “Like that?”

  “Oh yeah,” she panted. “That was truly amazing.”

  “Good,” he told her with satisfaction. “Now for round two.”

  “What? Oh,” she cried out as he tapped his tongue against her clit. “Marcus, I can’t.”

  Surely not, she couldn’t come again.

  But Marcus wouldn’t take no for an answer. He played with her, bringing her to the peak of pleasure then drawing back until she couldn’t think, could barely breathe. He seemed to be everywhere at once. One moment he was tweaking her nipples, the next his mouth suckled her breast while he lightly pinched her clit. It was heaven and hell all wrapped up in one.

  This time when she came, she was silent, all her energy consumed by the fireworks shooting through her body.

  When she finally mustered the energy to breathe once more, she opened her eyes to find Marcus staring down at her through half-lidded eyes.

  He smiled. “Back, baby?” he asked.

  “Y-yes,” she croaked. She glanced down at his thick erection, saw the liquid pooling at his tip. Licking her lips, she cleared her throat.

  “Can I touch you?”

  “Not this time, Hanna. You touch me and I’ll go off like a rocket and I really want that sweet pussy surrounding me when I blow. You just stay right where you are, looking like a content little cat.” Taking her mouth with his, he slipped his tongue between her lips to tease and play. His lips were warm, firm and they consumed her.

  Sitting back on his haunches, he opened a drawer in the bedside table, grabbed a condom and covered his cock in latex. Hanna stared at his thick shaft.

  “Like what you see, sugar?” he asked.

  “Oh yes. Very much.”

  Chuckling, he leaned over her, his hand grasping the base of his cock. “Relax for me, baby. I’m going to take this real nice and slow.”

  He licked her lips, teasing her horribly as he pushed against her. “This might hurt, baby.”

  “I know,” she told him. “Just do it.”

  So he pushed forward in one firm, sure movement. Pain slashed through her. He was huge, filling her, the feeling so foreign she wasn’t quite sure that she liked it.

  “Talk to me, Hanna. Are you okay?”

  Breathing in with short, shallow breaths, Hanna opened her eyes to stare up into his worried ones. His face showed his strain as he held himself still, just watching her.

  Wiggling, she tried to make herself more comfortable. Marcus drew in a sharp breath. “Keep still,” he begged her.

  “Sorry. I’m okay, keep going.”

  He shook his head, then, leaning down, took her mouth with his once more. By the time he drew back, pleasure had engulfed her and she was more than ready for more.

  “More.” She tilted her hips up, trying to get him to move.

  Marcus stared down at her sternly. “Did I say you could move?” he growled.

  “But you’re not moving!”

  “Who decides when we move, Hanna?” he asked in his deep voice, the one guaranteed to make her stomach flutter.

  “You do.”

  “So are you going to lie still like a good girl or do I have to stop and smack that already sore bottom of yours?”

  Her whole body clenched, moisture flooding her pussy with his words. “I’ll be good, I’ll be good.”

  He kissed her forehead. “Believe me, this is just as torturous for me as it is for you, but I don’t want to hurt you. You’re so tight.”

  “I can take you.”

  “You were made for me, sugar,” he agreed. “Not too much more.”

  He eased deep inside her and they both sighed. There was still some pain, but it was far outweighed by her need.

  “You feel better than I ever imagined. I wish I could make this last, but I fear it’s going to be quick.”

  He pulled back before she could reassure him that it didn’t matter. Then he drove slowly forward, each movement becoming quicker than the last until he was fucking her with an intensity that drove her closer and closer to another orgasm.

  In. Out. Fire. Bliss. Reaching between them, his finger stroked her clit as their bodies writhed together. Unable to keep still any longer, she reached down with her hands, clasping on to his shoulders, needing to anchor herself as he pushed them both higher.

  Hanna wrapped her legs around his thighs, holding on for dear life. His body flowed over hers as they danced together.

  She shuddered, so close, so damn close. And this time she wanted him there with her.

  “Come with me, baby,” he rasped. “Come with me, now, come!” He threw his head back as his cock seemed to grow impossibly larger inside her. He tapped her clit again. Once. Twice. And she joined him, arching up, her body ablaze, shuddering, clenching around his cock.

  Marcus collapsed, quickly rolling off her.

  Hanna’s body tingled—alive, buzzing, sated. Marcus had taken her to paradise. Nothing else in the world mattered but him and how he made her feel.

  “Wow.” She cuddled into him, not caring that they were both covered in sticky sweat.

  “You can say that again, baby.” He sat up. “Stay here.” He padded into the bathroom. When he returned, she noticed that the condom was gone and he held a washcloth in his hand.

  Marcus sat on the bed and pulled her legs apart.

  “What are you doing?” she squealed, trying to close her thighs. But he pulled her leg over his hip, easily holding her in place as he put the warm cloth directly over her mound.

  “Shh, lie still,” he told her as she tried to grab the cloth. “Let me take care of you.”

  Blushing, she lay back, letting him clean her up. Finally he chucked the cloth away then lay down beside her, pulling her into his arms. They lay quietly for a long moment.

  “So I guess we both need a shower,” she said.

  “Uh-huh,” he agreed sleepily.

  Hanna daringly ran her hand over his chest, waiting for his protest. He didn’t say a word. She laid a kiss to the side of one nipple.

  “Want to join me?” She prayed he wouldn’t say no because she really couldn’t get the idea of shower sex out of her mind.

  Opening one eye, he tilted his head to stare down at her.

  “Oh hell, I’ve created myself a monster, haven’t I?”

  She grinned.

  He patted her bottom, smiling as she yelped and glared. Her butt was far too sore for any more of his not so gentle swats.

  “Give me a few hours, baby, you’ve worn me out.”

  “I did?”

  “Yes, brat. Now lie quietly and have a nap. Then if you’re a good girl I’ll reward you.”

  “While we’re in the shower,” she qualified.

  “Yes, in the shower. Damn, I’ve got to learn when to keep my big mouth shut,” he muttered. But she heard the smile in his voice.

  Happy and relaxed like she’d ever been before, she settled down against his chest for a nap.

  Chapter Six

  Marcus put down his phone and glanced over at Hanna, who was down on her knees, scrubbing at a small stain on the carpet. It had probably been there since she was born.

  “Hanna.” He winced at the harshness in his voice. He should try for gentle, but that wasn’t what she needed right now. He’d seen the way she reacted when people tiptoed around her. No, coddling her was not the way to do this. “Stop cleaning and come here.”

  She continued to scrub, her pert little butt
moving from side to side with the force of her movements. His cock twitched, urging him to go to her, push those pants down her legs and plunge deep into her tight, wet pussy.

  He knew she was wet. He could scent her arousal. Sweet, rich and addictive.

  “For each minute you procrastinate, Hanna, I’ll be giving you ten swats.”

  She paused, her body tense, clearly upset.

  “You must have really liked your spanking earlier, huh, Tink? Maybe I need to be a bit more inventive in my punishments. Tell me, have you ever imagined having your ass plugged?”

  The stunned look on her face spoke volumes. “I’ll take that as a no.” Amused, he leaned back in his seat, momentarily forgetting the phone conversation he’d just had. “You’ve probably never heard of figging then.”

  She turned to look at him, her curiosity clear to see in her wide eyes, the stiff nipples pressing against her t-shirt.

  “Figging?”

  “Uh-huh. It’s where I get a nice, big piece of ginger and carve it up into the shape of a penis. Then I push it up inside your rectum.”

  Her jaw dropped before she flushed bright-red. Marcus held in his grin. Barely.

  “Y-you can’t do that!”

  “Why not? Each time you clench on that piece of ginger, it will release some of its juices into your asshole. And that’s going to sting. If I was punishing you, I’d spank you while you held the ginger inside you. Each time my hand landed, you’d clench and the sting would heat you from the inside out.”

  He stared at her for a long moment. “You’re up to thirty now, Tink. You want me to go see if I can find some ginger in the kitchen?”

  Immediately she dropped the cloth she’d been using and came to him.

  “Strip off those jeans,” he ordered.

  With shaking hands, she unbuttoned and peeled the denim off her legs.

  Marcus drew her between his open legs, burying his face against her stomach. He lifted her long t-shirt, revealing her soft lace panties.

  Her breathing quickened as he licked along the top of her panties, over her flat stomach. He nipped her tummy and she hissed.

  “How can that possibly turn me on?” she muttered.

  He might have smiled if his attention wasn’t solely focused on his goal. Her pussy called to him. He wanted to forget everything else, the phone call he’d just taken, the trouble at Silverton, everything but the woman standing before him.