Page 99 of Take My Hand

“Are you happy with them?” he asks, eyes flicking up to meet mine.

“Yes.”

“Good.” With that, he leans back and resumes his taunting touches across my legs, hands getting higher and higher with each pass.

“That’s what matters to me, Carter. And that’s what should matter to you, too.”

A single finger swipes lazily over my center, swirling the wetness it finds and bringing it up to my clit.

Blood rushes to my core, narrowing in on that singular spot he’s making slow, delicate circles around.

“More.” The word slips out of my mouth before I can stop it. I clamp my teeth together, silencing myself at the wicked gleam on Hayden’s face.

His finger abandons my clit and moves lower to my entrance, filling me agonizingly slowly.

“Was that a request?” he asks, a slight amusement in his tone.

I don’t answer. Instead, every single thought I have is consumed by the slow thrust of his finger as he curls the digit up and finds that delicious spot inside that brings stars to my vision.

A pathetic whimper falls from my lips as he retracts his hand.

“If you need more, then who am I to deny you?”

Before I can blink, he’s leaning over me and slamming his lips to my own. I melt into the kiss, tongue tangling with his and trying to keep up with the ravenous pace.

“I’m going to give you what you don’t even know you need yet,” he says as he breaks the kiss to trail his tongue down my neck. “First, I’m going to spank this pussy raw.” He cups my center, two fingers dipping in and out shallowly. “And then I’m going to take you here.”

My eyes shoot open as a finger gently presses against my ass. I agreed to it only a little while ago when we were downstairs and he had me pinned against the counter, his scent overpowering and all-consuming.

But now that it’s actually about to happen, my pulse thrums. I’ve never done that before and part of me is scared about the new experience. The other part of me though, the one that is already racing at the idea of Hayden being where no one else has been…

I didn’t realize Hayden had sat back on his heels until he dips his head forward and spits directly on my pussy. The action is so dirty, so primal, it steals my breath for a moment.

And as he brings his hand back and swings it down, it hits me.

The promises of him fucking me there completely overshadowed his earlier statement, and I yelp.

“Fuck,” I cry out, pulling at my restraints and twisting my body this way and that, lost in the chaos of the pain from his slap but also the underlying pleasure.

He watches me squirm, lets me ride out the first slap before he speaks.

“You still don’t seem to get it.”

He pulls back and delivers another loud slap in the same spot.

“Maybe now you will get it through your head that I only ever want to make you happy.”

Slap.

“Maybe now you will stop second guessing me and understand that I am always going to be here for you, to accept you.”

Slap.

“You don’t ever have to ask my permission for things that you want to do for yourself. I don’t want to hear you apologizing to me ever again for something like that. I told you that before.”

Slap.

“And I don’t lie.”

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