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“Ryan!” I wiggle against his mouth, and he swats my ass with the flat of his hand. The sting of pain makes my pussy flood with arousal, and he chuckles.

“You like when I spank you? That’s going to be fun when I’m a little more mobile.”

I’m clinging to the headboard, my body on high alert, my orgasm slowly beginning to coil deep in my belly.

“Please let me come,” I moan. “I’ll do anything you want…”

“Yes, you will. Whether I let you come or not.”

I didn’t realize he had a dominant side like this, but I love it. My skin tingles in anticipation of my orgasm and he finally takes pity on me by sucking my clit into his mouth. He sucks hard, which usually isn’t a turn-on for me, but it is when Cooper does it.

Ryan.

When Ryan does it.

He’s technically not inside me right now, but when we’re together like this, he’s definitely Ryan.

“Ryan, please…”

He slaps my ass again and bites down on my clit.

My world spirals, and flashes of color flood my field of vision.

I can’t see or hear or think, but I can feel.

The tsunami of pleasure between my legs is just the beginning, because no sooner do the waves start to reside, but they start up again. He’s put two fingers inside of me, and I’m not sure what’s happening. All I know is how good it feels.

“Ryan!” I cry out, trying desperately to hold on to the wonder of this moment.

“That’s my girl… coming all over my face.” He finally pulls away, and the throbbing between my legs starts to abate.

“Holy fucking hell, what did you just do to me?”

THIRTEEN

Cooper

There’snothing I like more than getting a woman off with my mouth.

I’m limited in mobility right now, so having her sit on my face worked for both of us, and it’s gratifying to see her struggling to catch her breath. Under normal circumstances, I would have already flipped her over and slammed inside of her, but I can’t do that. Something tells me I need to slow down, both physically and emotionally. I’m pretty sure no one has ever spanked her before, and I’m equally positive she’s never sat on a guy’s face before either.

I don’t want to embarrass her, though, or make her think she’s doing anything wrong.

“I’d love to pull you down and ravage you some more,” I say, “but these ribs aren’t having it.”

She immediately swings one leg over and crouches beside me. “Do you hurt? What can I do?”

“Baby, I’m fine. I’m just explaining why I can’t hold you or do more of the things I want to do.”

“Oh. It’s okay.” She smiles. “I’m going to get you a towel.” She gets up and hurries into the bathroom.

Yup.

Definitely her first time with this kind of thing.

I have to believe guys have gone down on her before, but she’s either embarrassed or overwhelmed, and I want to know why.

She comes back with a hand towel and gives it to me before reaching for her panties.

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