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I give him what he wants because I want what I’m asking for so much more. “Please spank me again.”

Jack’s hand caresses the swell of my ass. “Good girl,” he praises before delivering another smack.

“Fuck!” I cry out, my orgasm already starting to build. His hand is rubbing at the place where he spanked me, but little tingles remain. And I swear I can feel them in my clit.

He groans when I push my hips back against his, meeting him thrust for thrust. He bends towards me, teeth nipping at my shoulder as his hand finds one of my breasts. He plucks the nipple before his fingers trail down my stomach to my clit.

A wanton whimper escapes my throat as he rubs the over sensitized bundle of nerves in hard, firm circles. My hips jerk in reflex, and I lose our synchronized momentum. It’s impossible for me to match his thrusts as he toys with my clit, each stroke making my mind go blank and my body spasm.

I’m almost there, ready to fall into the wave of ecstasy when his hand retreats. A frustrated whimper turns into a cry when his hand slaps my ass for the third time. My orgasm hits me hard. It bows my spine, flinging my head back against his shoulder. His hand cups my throat, holding me against him as he fucks me through each wave of pleasure.

It’s not long before Jack follows me over the edge with a grunt. He slams into me a final time and stills, his hold on my neck and hip tightening for a second before he relaxes with a groan. His arm drops and wraps around my waist, holding me to him as we stand there panting. Once we recover, he eases out of me and backs us up towards the now lukewarm stream of water.

I turn and face him as the water pelts down on his back. I laugh at the sight of his slacks still bunched around his thighs. “Get those off and shower with me.”

“So bossy,” Jack responds with a soft chuckle as he wrangles his pants off.

“Damn right I am,” I respond, ducking around him so I’m under the water. I lather up my loofa with body wash, but it’s tugged from my fingers before I can start scrubbing my skin. A smile curves my lips even as I shake my head. “I can wash myself, Jack.”

“I certainly hope so,” he teases before gliding the loofa down my arm. “But I’m going to do it. Do you remember the conversation from last night?”

I hum. “You mean the one about taking care of me?”

“Exactly,” he says as he brings the loofa across my chest to my other arm. “So be good and let me do this.”

And so, I do.

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