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Waylon froze for a split second. “Say it again.”

“Only by you. You’re the only one I want to punish me.”

She didn’t know where those words came from, but in the moment, she meant it.

“Fuck, yes.” Waylon gripped her hips tightly as he slammed into her harder.

She could feel his balls slapping against her clit with every thrust. “Fucking, hell. Waylon.”

“Is this what you need from me, Mia?” he panted. “You need me to be rough with you. Punish you? Fuck you so hard that you forget how much you hate me?” Waylon grunted between each word as he pounded her pussy.

“I…don’t…hate…you…”

“Damnit. Your pussy takes my cock so well, Mia.”

Thwack.

“And your ass looks so pretty with my hand prints on it.”

“Again,” she begged, looking over her shoulder at him.

Waylon smacked her other cheek.

“Goddamnit, Waylon.”

“I can feel how wet you are. You’re dripping down my balls.”

“You have such a dirty mouth.”

“Not as dirty as your cunt.”

“Fuck you,” she hissed.

Waylon pulled out and flipped her over onto her back. “As much as I love that view, I need to see your pretty face. Keep your eyes on me, Mia. Remember who’s owning your pussy right now.”

He surprised her again when he slapped between her legs.

“Jesus Christ.” Since when did she like a little pain with her pleasure?

Since it was Waylon fucking her.

“Look at me, Mia. I mean it,” he growled, stuffing his cock back inside of her.

This time, he pinned her hands over her head, fucking her into the mattress. She took everything he gave her.Moved with him. Matched him. Felt every stroke like a promise and a punishment all the same.

And when she came apart beneath him, it wasn’t with a cry or a scream. It was with a gasp. A shiver. A whispered, desperate, “Waylon…”

He followed right behind her, his breath ragged and arms shaking as he pressed his forehead to hers.

For a long time, they didn’t move.

Their hands stayed tangled, still pinned above her head. Their breaths remained synced.

And when she finally spoke, her voice was low. Honest.

“That felt like more than just sex.”

Waylon nodded. Kissed her gently.