Page 12 of Break Out

I grinned into the pillows, but pushed up on my hands and knees.

Within seconds, he spanked me again and I moaned.

“Thinking you like that too much.”

“I don’t like it,” I muttered.

His hands rubbed both of my cheeks. “Are you lying to get more punishment, baby?”

Reflexively, I pushed back against his big warm hands. “I’m not lying. I don’t like it, I love it.”

The sound he made was somewhere between a groan and a growl. “You’re lucky I gotta get a condom, or you’d pay for that, baby.”

The bed jostled, then I heard his clothes rustling.

I looked over my shoulder mesmerized by the sight of him rolling on protection. “You’re so good at it, who wouldn’t love it?”

His brows arched. “Point taken, but you’re gonna love my cock even more.”

Considering how much I loved everything he did to me so far, I knew he spoke the truth.

The bed dipped when he came back. He spread my legs wider and rubbed the globes of my ass again. “What I want to do to you, woman,” he murmured.

I reached back and stroked his hand. “Then do it, Steel. I want everything you can give me, any way you want to give it to me.”

He made a sound again, but this time it was one-hundred-percent growl. His cock entered me, but didn’t get too far.

“Oh,” I cried out.

“How are you so fuckin’ tight, Simone?”

“Could it be that you’re so fuckin’ big?”

He chuckled and smacked the side of my ass. That perverse pleasure surged through me and he thrust inside another inch.

“Yes,” I hissed.

“You feel so fuckin’ good, Simone,” he whispered and gave a slight thrust.

It took some time, but his cock finally bottomed out inside me. He had his chest pressed to my back, his hands next to mine on the bed.

“You are perfect, Simone. Gripping my cock so fucking tight, and so wet.”

He brought his fingers to my clit and I nearly collapsed.

“You on the edge, baby?”

I shook my head. I’d heard of edging, but I didn’t think this was it. “I don’t know. I need you to fuck me, Steel. Please.”

He gathered my hair in his fist and placed a kiss on my neck. “Hang on tight, baby.”

His heat left my back, but he kept tight hold of my hair. He put his free hand on my hip, pulled on my hair, and pounded into me.

I didn’t know if I screamed or I moaned, but no one had done anything like this with me. This was next-level fucking.

His hand at my hip reached for my breast. “Push up, woman,” he ordered.

He stilled enough that I was able to push my weight up. His hand at my breast moved across my torso and he pulled me back so I was sitting on his lap.

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