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I shudder, my brain stuttering around the idea of him shoving that thick veiny cock I saw this morning into me. I feel my wetness slicking up the inside of my thighs, but as big as he is, if he tries to push inside me without preparing me more, I’m not sure I can take him.

Before I can force out the words to slow him down, I hear the crack of his palm connecting with my ass the instant before it lights on fire. The sting morphs into searing pleasure in the instant it takes my brain to register the spanking. Another sharp smack to the opposite cheek has me dancing onto my toes, my fingers cramping where I’m holding onto the edge of the table for dear life.

“You’re thinking too much. This is my pussy now, Jill. You gave it to me, and it’s going to give me everything I want. Because you’re a good girl, and you want good girl rewards, right?”

I don’t recognize the desperate nonsensical words that pour from me, but Tate must read my agreement in them. Instead of ripping me apart with his girthy cock, he steps back from me and cold air dances over the freshly heated skin of my ass.

The jangle of his belt and rustle of clothes coming off never comes. In its place, I hear the twin thuds of his knees hitting the tile floor before callused fingers grip each butt cheek, pulling them wide for a cold blow of air from Tate’s mouth over my most hidden places.

His nose nudges against the tight pucker of my asshole in the same instant his scruffy cheeks rasp against my lower lips. His mouth settles over my pussy from behind, and goosebumps race over my skin at the overwhelming shock of sensations.

Tate pushes his face deeper and deeper against me, his hands spreading me wide to be devoured. And he is devouring me. Lips, tongue, teeth, he’s leaving no bit of me untouched.

“Girlfriend privileges she says. Like she doesn’t fucking own me inside out.” His grumbles vibrate against my skin, driving my pleasure higher and higher.

His mouth works me over, the jut of his chin grinding against my clit when he stabs his tongue as deep into me as he can get it. He consumes me as if my body is a buffet. There’s no gentle teasing foreplay, just feasting on my pussy as if it’s his last meal on earth.

Every time my climax begins to crest, he draws back. He changes his pace from a sprint to marathon and back until I’m shaking so much the table legs squeak and screech against the tile. I’m begging and babbling and making promises I have no idea the practicality of. I just need to come so badly my brain can focus on nothing else.

“Please, please, Tate!”

“Please what?” I can hear his arrogant smirk without seeing him. Which is a good thing, because I can’t lift my head to look back at him. Every muscle in my body is locked in rigor, my orgasm bearing down on me.

“I need to come. please, please, make me come!” I beg. I plead.

“Naughty girl. This is my pussy, and I don’t like repeating myself. It’s mine, and I know what it needs. It needs to come on my cock. So it knows only my cock can fill it the way it needs to be filled.”

“Then do it, dammit! Fuck me already!” I’m screaming, and I don’t care. I wouldn’t care if there were a hundred people standing outside to hear me.

Chapter

Twelve

TATE

I could spend a month with my face buried between Jill’s luscious thighs and not regret a single second of it. My cock’s been waiting for years for its turn, though, and now, it’s time to reward its patience. Not that I’ll give in to Jill’s demands so easily. I want her so on edge she’s mindless with it. As desperate for my cock as I’ve been desperate for her love all this time.

“Such language, Jill. And so demanding. I don’t think it’s sunk in yet, has it? You’re mine. You get your pleasure from me. I give it to you. Me.” I stand and press my hips to her backside, knowing the rough fabric of my khaki shorts against her freshly spanked ass will be intense.

I toe off my shoes and socks, the movements rubbing me even more against her tender backside, and she squeaks and sighs from the sting. I don’t know how I know Jill likes a little pain with her pleasure, but I’m trusting my instincts. Keeping her anchored to the table with my legs against her lower body, I undo my pants and step back just long enough to get them down and off together with my boxer-briefs.

Once I’ve gotten all my clothes off, I pull Jill upright and tug her shirt over her head. She lets her arms fall to her side, and the bra I unfastened earlier slides down until it falls to the floor between us. She doesn’t say anything, doesn’t move, waiting for my directions.

“I think you’re starting to get it, aren’t you? My good girl.” My praise has a tremble working through her, and my cock bobs between us. Watching arousal tear at her composure, like a rip current pulling driftwood from the shore, shreds my control.

“Are you on anything to keep me from putting my kid in you tonight?” I already know we’re both clean. Neither of us have had partners in years. Part of me hopes she’s not on anything and will let me breed her. A bigger part of me wants to be selfish and enjoy having her to myself after waiting for so long to claim her. I don’t want to get a condom from the box I bought this afternoon, but if she’s not on birth control, I will.

“I’ve got the implant. No babies for now.”

She whimpers, her hand slipping low to stroke at her needy pussy before I snatch it away. I hold her hand to my lips and suck the slippery juice from her fingers.

“Mine.” I sound like a caveman, and I don’t care. “I want to be in you bare. Raw. Skin-to-skin so your body knows who it belongs to.”

Yup, it’s some caveman shit. I’ll own it.

“I want that, too,” she stammers. “Hurry.”

If I had any control left, her demanding ass would wait even longer as punishment for trying rush me. I don’t know if I’ll ever have enough control to deny her when it means denying myself even more.

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