Page 79 of Wild Card

“It’s your birthday, sweetheart,” he says. “What do you want?”

His hard length feels so good pressed against my center.

“Sometimes I’m going to want you to tease me until I can’t stand it anymore. I’m going to want you to make me beg you for your cock.”

He groans, pressing up against me.

“Other times, I’m going to want to push you on your back and ride you until I can’t walk straight the next day.”

“Christ.”

“I’m going to want you to tie me up again. Fuck me against the wall. Take me in the shower. I want to try all of your fantasies too. I want to explore our desire together.”

“Fuck, all of that sounds incredible,” he moans, thrusting up against me. “But what can I give you right now?”

“Just make me feel good, Gio.” I circle my hips in rhythm with his.

He lets out a guttural curse and flips me so I’m on my stomach on the bed. He pushes up my skirt and pulls down my panties.

“Well,” he says, stroking my ass. “I think birthday spankings are in order, at least?”

“Mm, yes.”

He kneads my ass before leaning to whisper in my ear. “How hard? Do you want me to leave a mark? How do you like it?”

I whimper as he draws his hand over my ass and then dips a finger into my wet center.

“Hard,” I say. “I want to feel it even when your hands aren’t on me.”

He eases his finger into me a few times, dragging it across my clit. I suck in a deep breath.

He leaves his finger inside me, snug by my clit, and then slaps my ass hard. I jerk against him, and it feels so fucking good. He smooths his hand over me.

“Again?” He asks.

“Yes, please.” I moan.

He slips in a second finger and I tense, excited for what’s to come.

He rubs his hand on my ass, and then slaps it a second time, and I let out a little scream of pleasure.

“Your fingers feel so good there when you spank me,” I stammer.

He growls and slaps my ass several more times, his thick fingers stimulating me deep inside as I buck against him.

“You’re soaking wet,” he moans. “Christ, you’re so Goddamn sexy.”

I whimper his name, and he scissors my clit between his two fingers.

“Do you want me to fuck you now?” His voice is husky and deep. “Do you want me to take you like this, from behind?”

I barely manage to whisper a desperate “yes.”

He pulls off my dress, and pushes me into the mattress, stretching my arms out in front of me. I hear him fumble as he takes his clothes off, and he positions his body over mine, placing the tip of his hard cock at my entrance. I’m flat on the bed, and he moves into me slowly, sliding an arm around my breasts. He stays there for a minute and I gasp, pulsing around his cock.

“You okay, Beauty?” He asks. “If I’m too heavy let me know.”

I love how his body feels pressing down on mine. It adds a new layer of friction—his cock deep inside me, and me sandwiched between him and the bed.

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