Page 62 of King of Pain

She wiggles on my shoulder, her ass pushing up into my hand. I hold her a little tighter, my fingers digging into her ass cheek, not wanting her to fall.

“We’ve both got our shit, don’t we?”

“Truth.”

“What would you do if you didn’t really think about it? Right now?”

I trot down the bank, skipping over a few rocks. “Fuck you until you forget everything but the feel of my cock.”

“Okay.”

I stop at the bottom, on the edge of the water. “Okay?”

“I have no idea how to fight with a guy. My mom is my only example, and the move I just pulled, getting in the truck, was all hers. So, let’s try it your way. What have I got to lose?”

CHAPTER TWENTY

Kate

I have everything to lose.

My dignity.

My self-worth.

My belief that I can break the pattern of my mother’s behavior. Maybe I picked the wrong guy, which means I’m doomed anyway.

Or maybe I’ve found my Mark and it’s on me to not blow it up. Not let Luke go the way my mom let the one man go who was ever going to love us.

I don’t think about it anymore as Luke holds me with one arm, yanking his old jeans down his thighs.

He’s right, we really do have a problem with clothes. We can’t seem to wait long enough to get them off.

Because his jeans only make it far enough down his legs to let his cock out, and then he’s lifting me up and plunging me down on the length of him.

It feels so good, I’m so full that I lean out, arching so that he’s even deeper inside me.

And then his hand smacks my ass. Hard.

My eyes fly open.

“That is for trying to run away.”

He’s deep in me and we’re not moving. My legs start to tremble, wanting to squeeze his waist and lift myself up to feel the friction. “And what’s your punishment for lying?”

His teeth grit. “I don’t get to cum.”

Oh. That does seem appropriate.

He lifts me up and plunges me back down, smacking my ass again. But this time the pain only heightens the pleasure, and I cry out, the kind of noise that can’t be mistaken.

It feels amazing and I want more.

“Christ, Kate, you fucking kill me,” he grunts as he lifts me again, plunging me back down on his shaft as he smacks my ass again.

“Why?” It comes out like keening moan, my ass on fire, my body humming with the pleasure.

“You’re so fucking perfect. I want to cum so bad.”

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