Boyfriend Spanking Girlfriend Novels & Stories

She turned as much as she could to try and glare at her boyfriend, but Travis was getting more into the swing of things and was pulling more forcefully on her head, and she wasn't able to turn enough to see him completely. "Don't look at me like that, you dirty little minx," Bryce laughed. "Marv, spank that bitch please." She whimpered a moment before she felt the impact of Marvin's hand on her curvaceous ass cheek, the pain mixing in the with the pleasure she was swimming in and forcing her to moan in happiness. He spanked her a second time for good measure, and she felt herself drawn to submit completely to their whims. "Jesus, she's fuckin' good at suckin' dick," Travis grunted, and she w

My voice came out all breathy and broken. “Yeah you like that huh. You want your husband’s brother to wreck this married cunt on your honeymoon balcony while he sleeps right there.” He gripped my ass tighter, spanking one cheek hard then the other and started thrusting up to meet me with powerful strokes. Every time I came down he drove up and his thick cock slammed against that spot inside me that made stars explode behind my eyes. The wet slapping sounds of skin on skin and my pussy juices smacking against his balls were so loud I worried for a second but the thrill of getting caught only made me wetter.

Her nose implant was knocked clean off. "You bitch! How dare you cheat on me? You're that desperate for action, huh? You even got me infected with syphilis! I'm going to fucking kill you, you bitch!" Joseph lost it, too. He started kicking Mabel's stomach over and over. "Bitch! If it weren't for you, Stephanie would never have broken up with me! If it weren't for you, I'd already be the chairman of Empire Group! "Go to hell, you fucking slut!"

I let him kiss me, so hard, so fast, so rough. The spanking of my ass releases a flood of emotions, my chest constricts. He doesn't love me. He can’t love me. He will never love me. I hold his hands above his head, my breasts bounce as my hips start a slow, torturous dance on his member. Maybe it is a twerk or a bounce, I don't know but I continue, sometimes, slowing my pace for a few seconds as he trembles underneath me. Moaning, giving control to me, the unlovable. Brandon stares at me wordlessly when I fail to unbuckle his belt for the second time, he helps me out, throwing the irritating item out of our sight. I am quiet as he stands to yank his trouser off, leaving him in only a boxer t

Ryker’s fingers curled into a fist, and anger swung into him. Boyfriend? So Kira had a boyfriend? His nails dug into her throat, and his eyes turned red with fury. “How dare you?” He cursed, landing a sharp spank on her hips. The sound of the slap reverberated through the air, followed by the agonizing pleasurable scream from Kira. “Ohhhhhhh!!!!!” She screamed, her voice coming out as a pleasurable moan. Her pussy throbbed, and she began to feel something raw and tingling as it built between her thighs.

The position forced Lydia’s tits to thrust out obscenely. SMACK! Mila’s hand came down hard on Lydia’s ass, the sharp slap echoing through the house. “Ahh—! Fuck!” Lydia moaned loudly, the sting turning into throbbing heat. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Three more brutal spanks landed, turning her ass cheeks bright red. “Such a nasty fucking slut,” Mila growled. “Getting spanked and dripping like a desperate whore while your boyfriend just left the house.” Mila spun her around and started her slow, teasing torture. She kissed Lydia deeply, filthy and possessive, tongues fucking each other’s mouths. Then her hands explored, squeezing Lydia’s tits hard, pinching and twisting her sensitive nipples.

“Fuck me like you own this dick. Make me cum deep inside you.” I rode him even faster, slamming down onto his cock with wild abandon. My ass bounced hard against his thighs with every drop. The wet, filthy sound of my pussy sliding up and down his dick filled the room. Sweat coated our bodies. My breasts bounced heavily in his hands as I fucked him without mercy. Nova suddenly gripped my ass with both hands and started spanking me hard. The sharp slaps echoed through the room. “Fuck yes,” he growled. “Bounce that ass on my cock. Just like that, you dirty slut.”

I burst out laughing. “Love, what are you doing?” “I’ll tell you a secret, love—a Dom loves carrying his woman like this.” He gave my ass a spank, and I moaned in response—from surprise, but my boyfriend interpreted it differently. “I want to hear that moan again, but this time right in my ear.” “Pervert!” I said. “For you? Always!” We entered the room, he tossed me onto the bed, pulled off his T-shirt, and lay over me.

The second is the verbally incontinent, rebel-without-a-cause devil who keeps accumulating demerits with utter disregard. “Oh, yeah?” Ms. Perfect asks innocently. “What else have you noticed in the scenario, Kate?” Kate nervously plays with her pink rubber band. “Er, it’s about the mystery guy. I didn’t confront him because… well… he’s my boyfriend.”

He spins me again, bends me over the toilet lid, and drives back in from behind. No mercy now. He fucks me like he’s trying to punish me for almost getting caught, hips slamming, hand fisted in my hair, the other spanking my ass raw. Every thrust forces a choked sob from my throat. “Take it,” he hisses. “Take your father-in-law’s cock while your husband walks away like a fucking idiot.” I come again, harder than before, squirting so violently it splashes the toilet tank.