Page 42 of Crazy Love

“My back?”

“Mmm hmm.”

I’m acutely aware that I’m now completely butt-naked with my ass facing him, but he doesn’t make me feel uncomfortable. He makes me feel wanted as he shifts to hover over me and kisses me softly on the shoulder.

I shudder.

He kisses me between my shoulder blades, a lick of his tongue hitting my flesh. He kisses a trail down my back, until he plants one on my ass. His hand massages a small circle on my right butt check.

He slaps me.

It’s gentle and sends a shudder rippling up my spine. Iknewhe’d be the spanking type.

I peer over my shoulder at him. “Don’t be gentle, Bonetti.”

Anthony elicits a dirty chuckle. “You asked for it.”

His words vibrate through my body.

Into my organs and limbs.

My hands splay out in front of me, and I suck in a giant gulp of air.

He rubs his hand over my butt cheek in a circular motion again, before lifting it and smacking me. It’s a little harder but just as pleasurable. The tingle of the slap simmers on my skin, before he starts to rub it again. His hand disappears, untilthwack!It’s even harder than the one before.

His hand disappears from my skin, and I ache for the contact. When his hand collides with my flesh again, I let out a whimper and he rubs the skin to take the sting away.

“That’s enough punishment for now,” he whispers. “I’m not going to last much longer if I keep listening to those noises coming out of you.”

He moves to roll me over, but instinctively I resist. “Take me like this.”

He stills behind me, rubbing my lower back. “If that’s what you want.”

“It is.” I keep my head forward, not brave enough to make eye contact with him.

Anthony nudges my knees further apart. I hear the tear of a wrapper and glance over to see him rolling a condom over his length. His toned, shiny torso covered in swirls of black that lead to his-

Oh, Lord.

I don’t have enough time to appreciate the sight before me, because he nudges at my entrance. I turn back and inhale sharply, fisting the sheets beneath me. He teases me for a few strokes, before gripping my hips and leaning forward to whisper, “Brace yourself.”

Anthony slams into me and I scream, not caring that anyone else who’s decided to stay late might hear me. He grabs a fistful of my hair and wraps it around his hand, pulling my head up slightly. It’s painfully good.

Anthony hammers into me relentlessly and I push up to meet him, inviting the pain and pleasure that ravishes my senses. He loosens his grip on my hair to grab onto my hips, digging into my flesh, and moving in and out of me with aggression, but it’s not self-serving aggression. He’s doing this for me. He’s listening to every sound I make, tilting me at an angle that reaches so deep I nearly choke.

I grab at the sheets beneath, desperate for something to hold on to as the tingle in my belly starts to balloon.

“Yes, Kali,” Anthony grunts. “Good girl. That’s it.” He slaps me on the ass again.

My orgasm tears through me out of nowhere. I see stars. I think I scream again. I’m not sure. I’m too busy revelling in the height of my orgasm and listening to Anthony grunting behind me, a snarl ripping from his throat as he reaches his climax.

I can hardly breathe as the two of us revel in the afterglow, Anthony’s body curving over mine as he slows to a stop. He plants another kiss on my shoulder. “Victory never tasted so sweet.”

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KALI

I roll my eyes,but I’m positively beaming. “You’re going to be even more unbearable now, aren’t you?”

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