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“You need this. Don’t you?” He lifted his torso, peering down at me with lust-filled eyes.
“Yes. God, yes. Please fuck me. Don’t stop. Just do it.”
I was barely able to catch my breath before he slipped his hand between us, rubbing the tip of his cock against my wetness. “You’re sure?”
“Yes.” As I dug my fingertips into his arm, he yanked my other leg around his waist, shifting the angle again. The time for tenderness was over, the desire thick and heavy. He thrust his cock inside and captured my mouth before I had a chance to scream.
Every moan was muffled, ceasing altogether as he slipped his tongue inside. My pussy muscles stretched, aching in a blissful moment of discomfort. He was so huge, his shaft filling me completely. He rocked me, taking his time to drive his cock as deeply inside as possible.
I moved with him, knowing our hearts were beating together.
When he broke the kiss, we both gasped. His dimples were pronounced, the feel of his hard body the thing fantasies were made of.
“Fucking you is the sweetest music. I want it to play on for the rest of the night.”
Hearing his raspy voice kept tingles sweeping through me. “Then don’t stop. Just don’t stop.”
He pulled almost all the way out, driving into me again. The man was purposely teasing me, keeping me on an edge and pulling back. The handsome bastard. I squeezed my muscles and the look of surprise on his face was priceless.
“Not just a bad girl, but the most mischievous one in the world.”
“But who’s keeping score?” I purred.
“Hmmm…” His dark chuckle added to the excitement and the wonder of what he planned on doing next.
I wasn’t forced to wait for long. In an instant, he pulled out, tossing me over onto my stomach.
With his hand wrapped around my hair, he jerked me onto all fours. I was startled yet thrilled, taking gasping breaths as another wave of excitement tore through me.
Until he cracked his hand on my bottom not once, but three times.
“Ouch.”
“Mmm… You need discipline plus a reminder of who you belong to.”
He repeated the move, bringing the palm of his hand down like rapid fire. I was hot all over, trying to understand why the pain was morphing into pure pleasure.
The man wasn’t gentle in the least, keeping a tangled hold on my hair while he handled his reminder with a firm hand.
I closed my eyes, dragging my tongue across my bottom lip as the anguish brought explosive heat to my core. My pussy throbbed continuously, the ache deep inside increasing with every brutal crack of his hand. My hips jutted backwards, searching for release.
“I can’t wait to fuck your hot pussy,” he muttered. “Again and again. I want you raw and sore, baby. Then maybe afterwards I’ll have you suck my cock until I’m ready to take you again.”
No man had ever talked to me with such filth before, including Stone.
And I fucking loved it.
I was so aroused I could barely remember my name. He pulled my thighs further apart and the agony from before shifted. Oh, my God. He’d used several fingers, smacking my pussy lips.
Shock wasn’t the word. I was in such disbelief my mouth was hanging open. I was tingling all over, not moving even when he smacked my pussy again.
“Mmm… You’re even wetter.”
“I… Oh, my…” The prickling sensations increased until I simply became lost in the beautiful haze. He rapidly tapped his fingers against my pussy lips several times and I swayed even in his strong hold.
The vibrations were even more incredible, pushing me to limits I hadn’t known I had. My pussy juice was trickling down the inside of my thighs and my core continued to throb. The pain had drifted into sheer rapture and I jutted my hips back as if begging for more.
Stone gave it to me, smacking my pussy again and again. Whimpers turned into moans. Moans into strangled cries. Just when I didn’t think I could take anymore without exploding into another orgasm, he thrust his cock deep inside.
