again.”
A dark rush of lust ran through his loins. Did he dare hope? He slapped the other cheek, and she gasped, her pussy clenching around his cock, so sweet, amazingly tight.
“Is it wrong for me to like that?” Concern lined her face, and she stilled, brushing her blonde hair from her cheek.
His cock wanted to scream how right it was. She was made for him. This was proof. Instead, he said, “Nothing that we do together is ever wrong. If you like it, then you should do it.”
“But do you like—”
“Nothing turns me on more than spanking a woman.” Or whips, or chains, or clamps… He spanked her again, once, twice, and rocked his hips, his cock riding deep.
“Yes,” she said on a moan and slammed down on him harder, her eyes closed. He reached up and cupped her breasts with both hands, rolling his thumbs over her nipples, then pinching both as he thrust upward as hard as he could.
He watched for her reaction—she bit her lip and fought another moan. His girl liked a little pain as much as she liked to be told to come. Her pussy clenched around his cock, spasming, holding him deep a moment. Then she churned her hips again, her breath coming faster, her pubic bone grinding against his. Could he get any luckier? Would she take direction?
“Play with your nipples, love,” he commanded softly.
She hesitated.
“I like a woman who touches herself. You want to please me, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she whispered, unsure. Her trembling hand found her breast, mimicking the way he had rolled and pulled. His breath caught at the sight—so beautiful—but also with hope. Maybe she would submit to him eventually.
But no, this wasn’t about his needs. This was work, damn it. They wanted her feisty and sexy, right out of the gate. He sighed, unable to deny what her small hand on her nipple did to him. He wanted more, selfishly for himself.
He cupped his hand over hers on her breast, helping her squeeze, fondle. “So sexy when you do as I ask. Do you like pleasing me?”
“God, yes.” She met his gaze then, hesitant, still unsure.
“You’re doing a good job. You’re beautiful when you touch yourself. I don’t think I’ve ever been harder.” It wasn’t a lie. His cock throbbed inside her pussy, the blood pumping though his veins at a million miles a second. But he was greedy, and he wanted more from her. “Play with your clit, too. It excites me to see you pleasuring yourself while I fuck you.”
He saw the war in her eyes between embarrassment and her need to please. The submissive side of her won as her eyes fluttered shut in surrender. Her other hand found her clit, rubbing, pinching then stroking, her lower lip caught between her teeth as she rode him with more insistence.
Thank fuck he had come once already, or the sight would have blown him sky-high. If she recited facts from the periodic table at the same time, he’d shoot the moon.
“That’s it, love. Fuck me harder. It feels good, doesn’t it?”
“I’m so close to coming,” she breathed, her eyes closed. “But it won’t happen. Why can’t I come for you?”
Chase smiled smugly. Oh yes, so submissive already. “Your body is waiting for me to tell you to come.”
“Oh.” She bit her lip, her forehead wrinkled in concentration, eyes squeezed tightly shut. “Can I? Please?”
“Wait,” he commanded, knowing just what she needed. His hand glided between them, gathering some of her juices to lubricate her puckered hole. His thumb slipped inside to the knuckle, then all the way, stretching her, pumping in time to her thrusts. “Tell me how that feels.”
“Oh, Chase,” she said on a groan. “Is it right for it to feel that good?”
“Very right,” he said, his ego inflated to unnatural proportions. “I like it when you say my name. Say my name as you come, love.”
“I can come?” she asked with such hope he had to bite back a laugh.
“Come for me, love.”
“Chase,” Kate cried out as she came, her eyes
A dark rush of lust ran through his loins. Did he dare hope? He slapped the other cheek, and she gasped, her pussy clenching around his cock, so sweet, amazingly tight.
“Is it wrong for me to like that?” Concern lined her face, and she stilled, brushing her blonde hair from her cheek.
His cock wanted to scream how right it was. She was made for him. This was proof. Instead, he said, “Nothing that we do together is ever wrong. If you like it, then you should do it.”
“But do you like—”
“Nothing turns me on more than spanking a woman.” Or whips, or chains, or clamps… He spanked her again, once, twice, and rocked his hips, his cock riding deep.
“Yes,” she said on a moan and slammed down on him harder, her eyes closed. He reached up and cupped her breasts with both hands, rolling his thumbs over her nipples, then pinching both as he thrust upward as hard as he could.
He watched for her reaction—she bit her lip and fought another moan. His girl liked a little pain as much as she liked to be told to come. Her pussy clenched around his cock, spasming, holding him deep a moment. Then she churned her hips again, her breath coming faster, her pubic bone grinding against his. Could he get any luckier? Would she take direction?
“Play with your nipples, love,” he commanded softly.
She hesitated.
“I like a woman who touches herself. You want to please me, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she whispered, unsure. Her trembling hand found her breast, mimicking the way he had rolled and pulled. His breath caught at the sight—so beautiful—but also with hope. Maybe she would submit to him eventually.
But no, this wasn’t about his needs. This was work, damn it. They wanted her feisty and sexy, right out of the gate. He sighed, unable to deny what her small hand on her nipple did to him. He wanted more, selfishly for himself.
He cupped his hand over hers on her breast, helping her squeeze, fondle. “So sexy when you do as I ask. Do you like pleasing me?”
“God, yes.” She met his gaze then, hesitant, still unsure.
“You’re doing a good job. You’re beautiful when you touch yourself. I don’t think I’ve ever been harder.” It wasn’t a lie. His cock throbbed inside her pussy, the blood pumping though his veins at a million miles a second. But he was greedy, and he wanted more from her. “Play with your clit, too. It excites me to see you pleasuring yourself while I fuck you.”
He saw the war in her eyes between embarrassment and her need to please. The submissive side of her won as her eyes fluttered shut in surrender. Her other hand found her clit, rubbing, pinching then stroking, her lower lip caught between her teeth as she rode him with more insistence.
Thank fuck he had come once already, or the sight would have blown him sky-high. If she recited facts from the periodic table at the same time, he’d shoot the moon.
“That’s it, love. Fuck me harder. It feels good, doesn’t it?”
“I’m so close to coming,” she breathed, her eyes closed. “But it won’t happen. Why can’t I come for you?”
Chase smiled smugly. Oh yes, so submissive already. “Your body is waiting for me to tell you to come.”
“Oh.” She bit her lip, her forehead wrinkled in concentration, eyes squeezed tightly shut. “Can I? Please?”
“Wait,” he commanded, knowing just what she needed. His hand glided between them, gathering some of her juices to lubricate her puckered hole. His thumb slipped inside to the knuckle, then all the way, stretching her, pumping in time to her thrusts. “Tell me how that feels.”
“Oh, Chase,” she said on a groan. “Is it right for it to feel that good?”
“Very right,” he said, his ego inflated to unnatural proportions. “I like it when you say my name. Say my name as you come, love.”
“I can come?” she asked with such hope he had to bite back a laugh.
“Come for me, love.”
“Chase,” Kate cried out as she came, her eyes
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