Page 70 of Fool Me Once

He’s somewhere between giving in and voicing a concern. Swallowing thickly, he reaches for me, holding my waist. “Does your therapist think it’s a goodidea—”

“Smith, it’s not like it was a month ago, when all I was trying to do was numb the pain. I’m not thinking about the past. I’m just living in the now—with you.” I slide my hand to his abdomen. “I want you to treat me like you did before you ever left. When you weren’t scared that you were going to fuck up and do something wrong.” I move my palm under his shirt. “I’m not going to break, so don’t treat me like I will.”

“Are you using sex to run from everything else?” he rasps, clearly concerned.

I shake my head. “Not the way I was before,” I tell him honestly. “Sex with you will always be an escape. But it’s not how it was the last time we had sex. I promise.”

His eyes observe me like he thinks I might change my mind. Finally convinced, he reaches for my shirt, yanking it over my head before unclasping my bra. “There are so many things I want to do with you. Eat your pussy while your ass bounces on my face until you’re screaming out my name, or maybe tongue-fuck your pussy while you’re on all fours.” He reaches for my leggings and peels them down, right along with my thong. “And after all that, I’m going to fuck you into my sheets so hard that my mattress will forever have an outline of you.”

“Yes,” I whimper out from the words alone, desperate for him to do all of this.

He rubs his thumb along my bottom lip, his eyes dark and swirling with desperation. “I might need to fuck your mouth too.” He drags his thumb down to my neck. “Or your throat since my cock is going to be so deep inside this hot little mouth.”

His lips attack mine, and he slides his hands down my body and grips my ass. “Such a beautiful fucking ass,” he growls. “I might need to eat this too.”

I moan against his lips, wrapping one leg around his body and grinding myself against his jeans. I’m crazed for more, and there is no dark cloud looming over me. I’m just here, in this moment, and loving every second of it.

Releasing his hold on me, he peels his shirt over his head before tugging me by the hand to the bed. Lightly, he pushes me forward, then lifts my legs so that I’m on all fours on the mattress. His mouth finds my ass cheek, and he kisses it before biting down slightly.

He palms my ass before bringing his hips forward and rubbing his jeans against me. Even through the fabric, I can feel his steel erection.

“Feel that, Firefly?” he murmurs, palming my ass again. “That’s what you do to my cock. Just the sight of that hot ass and pretty pussy has me almost coming in my pants.”

I crane my neck to look up at him. “Spank me,” I breathe out, surprising us both. “Please.”

I shouldn’t be shocked, I suppose. In the time we’ve been apart, in my fantasies, I thought about Smith spanking me—among other things. At first, I felt like my brain was messed up. Who would want to get spanked after being abused? But it’s so much deeper than that. There’s unwavering trust between us. With Smith, I feel safe.

He drags in a breath through his nose. There’s no hiding the nervousness on his face. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” I whimper. “Please.”

He looks unsure for a split second before his hand comes down on my ass cheek. It’s not overly hard, but enough to make me moan and clench my thighs together. Soon after the spank comes a kiss in the same spot before he repeats the same thing over and over, only to different spots on my ass. Each time, he replaces his palm with his lips.

“Such a good fucking girl for me,” he praises, bringing his hand down again, but this time, when he kisses where he just spanked, his tongue drags across my flesh.

With a hand between my shoulder blades, he pushes me forward slightly and loops an arm around my waist, lifting my ass into the air and spreading my legs further apart.

“You’re glistening for me, Firefly,” he groans before sinking a finger into my heat. “Prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”

I look back at him, and with his eyes on mine, he brings the same finger into his mouth and sucks.

“So fucking sweet,” he utters. “Hold on tight to the comforter, baby. I’m going to fuck that tight pussy and ass with my tongue.”

I know I’m dripping solely from his words and watching how much he enjoys tasting me. It doesn’t matter that he’s hardly touched me. This is exactly what I wanted. Him to be raw and real and maybe a little rough.

His palms grip my waist, and his mouth dips between my thighs. Ashis tongue flicks against my heat, his facial hair tickles my skin, but in the most delicious way possible, making me pant.

His tongue works harder, each stroke more deliberate. His hands grab my thighs. Rocking my center faster against his mouth. I struggle to catch my breath. I’m gasping for air so damn hard from being so desperate for him.

He tongue-fucks me, and I let my head fall against the bed, keeping my ass in the air.

“Smith …” I hiss, gripping the bedsheets even tighter.

His tongue swipes back, hovering over my ass as he grips my ass cheek with his hand.

“Harder,” I grit out through my teeth.

His fingertips dig into my flesh, and I moan loudly. It’s been too long since Smith has treated me like he’s not scared I’m going to break. I needed this. I really, really needed this.

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