Page 62 of For the Sub

Tiny droplets of perspiration dotted her body. “Do me, Sir!”

Then he pounded into her the way she wanted.

“Yeah, this is what you need.”

“Yes, Sir. It is. It is!” Her words became half-sigh, half-scream.

Tightening his grip on her wrists, he ordered, “Come.”

Left with no option, she jerked against him, helpless to resist.

Relentlessly, he fucked her hard, drawing out her orgasm, making her ride it longer than she imagined possible.

Finally, replete, she shattered, and moments later, her body went slack.

“That will do for a warm-up.”

“Warm-up, Sir?” She cleared her throat. “I’m not certain I’ll survive whatever else you have in mind.”

“I’ll make sure you do.” He withdrew his still-hard cock and left the bed.

Confusion chased away her sense of satisfaction. “Sir?” From his absence, mentally and physically, she shivered.

“I promised you a shower.”

“But you didn’t…”

“I’ll get mine, Brandy. Up,” he told her.

“I don’t think I can move.” Not that she wanted to. “You’ve got a magnificent body, Sir.”

His gorgeous cock was still hard, pointing forward, and she rolled to one side to prop her head on her hand so she could get a better look at him as he removed the condom and discarded it in a trash can.

With appreciation, she drank in his trim hips and lean torso.

His powerful legs and cut biceps spoke of raw strength.

Despite already being satisfied numerous times, a primal beat pulsed in her, reawakening her sexual interest.

“I believe I told you to get up?” He folded his massive arms across his chest.

When she didn’t immediately move, he did.

He grabbed her from the bed then tossed her over his shoulder.

Yelping, she flailed and kicked.

“Stop that.” He swatted her bare ass. Hard.

“Ow, Sir!”

“Next time, do as you’re told, when you’re told.”

He strode out of the bedroom, jostling her as he walked.

“Your shoulder is knobby,” she complained.

“Poor thing.”

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