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“Thighs together,” he said, growling in my ear. “I told you that earlier.”

Whimpering, I replied, “Yes, sir.”

He gripped my hips, and then I felt the head of his cock pressing against me. Hips jerking forward in response, I moaned. He spanked me again. “Be still. You’re my little fuck-toy tonight, my obedient little submissive, and if you want to come, you’ll be still.”

His rough order, his harsh voice, flooded my brain with delirious desire. Or maybe it was the fireworks? Both? I had no idea.

“Yes, master.”

James wrapped his arm around my waist to ease the pressure just enough.

His cock swelled, then pulsed inside me while more explosions of brilliant red and shimmery white erupted overhead.

I whimpered, my knees instinctively tightening in response to the sensual pleasure that pulse sent through me.

He bit my ear, then nuzzled me. “What did you say, Pet?”

“Master. Please…master…” I moaned, shivering now as his cock continued to pulse and throb inside me, teasing me until it was almost torture. “Make me your toy. Punish me. Fuck me. I want to please you.”

He shuddered.

“You do.”

James gripped my hips and, with no comment or teasing, drove in hard. I bit my lip to keep from crying out, grabbing at the stone under my hands.

“You feel sofuckingtight like this,” he muttered, his voice guttural.

He spanked me, and kept thrusting, riding me hard until he pulled a second orgasm from me.

His low growl came just as the fireworks finale turned the sky into one dazzling display of red, white, and blue, his cock jerking as he came. Only his supporting hands kept me from collapsing right there.

Thirty-Six

Maximus

I wokeup with Tina’s hair tickling my chin and her arm wrapped possessively around my waist. Her breasts felt soft on my skin, and I realized I was smiling.

I couldn’t remember the last time I’d woken up smiling.

Stroking my hand up her back, I toyed with the ends of her hair, just enjoying the moment.

“You thinksooooloud sometimes,” Tina mumbled.

Her voice caught me off-guard. Turning my head, I kissed her brow. “Sorry. Did I wake you?”

“No.” She yawned. “I’m a morning person most days, anyway. What time is it?”

I looked at the clock on the nightstand. “Late for a morning person. Almost ten.”

That got her attention. She pushed up onto her elbow, hair rumpled and eyes still heavy with sleep. “Really?”

I pointed at the clock.

“Huh.” Then she gave me a slow smile. “Somebody kept me up pretty late.”

“Wonder who?” I tugged her down and kissed her.

Before I could roll over and take things any farther, she pushed me away. “Sorry…bathroom.”

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