Page 42 of The Only Time

I’ve never done more than a little slap before. I once asked Kim, and she told me that I was depraved for wanting to hurt her. I tried to explain that I didn’t want to hurt her, I wanted to make her feel good. Either way, I’ve never brought it up with another woman since.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” I tell her right before my hand whips her ass cheek, this time with more force.

Just as she screams in response, I slam into her pussy from behind which only elevates her scream. But what I don’t expect is the absolute feeling of contentment when I slide into her.

“Dammit!” I cry as I bottom out. “Your pussy was made for me.”

I pull out and slap her cheek again, this time harder. I can already see my handprint take shape on her skin.

It brings out a primal animalistic feeling. I just marked her as mine, and now I’m going to fuck her like she’s mine, too.

I grab her hair and wrap it around my fist then start to thrust harder than I thought was possible. Each time I pull out, I slap her ass which is now pink with my handprints. My dick tightens at the sight of it. When I start to feel her walls tightening around me, I grab each side of her waist and pound my dick inside of her until she screams her release and her walls have my dick in a vice, making holding out impossible. I spill my own release into the condom, both of us grunting and moaning together.

I slide in and out slowly until her muscles relax then I fall on top of her.

We both struggle to catch our breath as we lie next to each other.

“That was…” she starts but doesn’t seem to have a word to explain what just happened.

“I know,” I agree. There isn’t any word in the dictionary that can adequately describe how that felt. I’m addicted already, I know it. “Let’s get cleaned up.”

After we both clean ourselves up, we crawl back into my bed. Despite my best efforts to keep my distance, I end up pulling her into me, as I fall asleep with my arm wrapped around her.

Chapter Fifteen

Mia

“How are you holding up?” Ma asks as I start to shuffle through missed emails from work.

I opted to set my laptop up on the front porch and enjoy some of the crisp morning air while I get back to work.

“I’m doing really good. It’s peaceful out here,” I tell her as I look around at the trees. “You should see the trees. I’ll have to take a picture and send it to you.”

“I’m so glad you found somewhere to go where you feel safe during all of this,” she chokes on her words. I know Ma is having a hard time with this. I wish I had something more optimistic to say.

“I’m safe here, Ma. Eric paid for his place to be set up with the top security system.”

“That’s so sweet. I’m forever grateful to him for protecting my baby girl. I’m just sorry we weren’t able to do it.”

“Ma, don’t do that to yourself. This is just for a little while. Just think of it as your daughter on a little vacation.”

I eventually have to end the phone call, feeling like it’s almost too hard for her to talk about my predicament.

I throw myself back into work, despite the massive amounts of texts from my brothers telling me I don’t need to be working right now. I don’t care. If I don’t work, all I’m going to do is replay last night’s events in my mind.

If I do that with Eric still in the house, I seriously might wind up begging him to take me again. I’ve never been so thoroughly fucked as I was last night. It felt like we were both not holding anything back from each other.

When I go in for lunch, I happen to see him sitting in his office right off of the foyer. He looks so handsome in his white t-shirt and jeans. He has such a ruffled look with a little stubble on his face. My heart beats faster just looking at him. I swear, my panties are a little wet. It’s embarrassing the effect he has on me.

“Like what you see?” his voice pulls me out of my gawking.

There’s something about that cocky smirk he has on his face right now. He knows exactly what he caught me doing, and he loves that he caught me.

I want to rip that smirk away. I want to do what he does to me. But it’s not dark out. Will he push me away? Will it be too real for him? My feet seem to make up my mind for me as they start into his office until I’m right in front of him. He swings his chair so it’s facing me.

“Something I can help you with?” he asks as he folds his arms across his chest.

His muscles flex in that position, showing me exactly how strong he is.

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