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As if he could read her thoughts, Darien crooned, “Someone’s needy tonight.” His hand went to the band of her shorts, the material nearly tearing as he pulled them down to her ankles. She wasn’t wearing any underwear, but if she was, she was certain they would’ve ripped. He’d wrecked several pairs already.
She held her breath as his hand dipped between her thighs. He began by circling her clit, his pressure excruciatingly light.
“Can you blame me?” she asked him, the words coming out as breathless as she felt. He watched her face the whole time as he continued to touch her, his hand teasing her entrance.
She got desperate quickly, her hips moving in small rotations that coaxed his fingers closer to where she wanted them. But he wouldn’t give it to her, his fingers teasing the entrance just enough to drive her wild.
His other hand spanked her ass hard enough to sting, making her suck in a gasp. When Darien spoke, his voice was a growl. “You have the most perfect ass.” He bent over her and brushed his mouth across the stinging skin. As he did it, she found herself wishing that he would bite her again. He certainly wasn’t lying when he’d said that everything was enjoyable if he was the one doing it. “Did I ever tell you that?”
“Only every day,” she teased.
“Are you giving me attitude?”
She fidgeted. “Maybe.”
Another spank had her drawing a hiss in through her teeth.
But she liked it. And she wanted him to do it again.
Darien’s heated stare locked on her. “You like that,” he accused, his voice dripping with lust. “Don’t you?”
“No,” she lied, baiting him.
“What did I say about that word?” The lie worked, because his fingers slid between her legs again, feeling the wetness there that would give her away—the wetness that disclosed exactly how much she loved it when he spanked her. “If you don’t like it, then what’s this right here?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You’re such a little liar.”
When his fingers returned to her entrance, the tip of his middle finger slipping just inside, her hips started rotating again. “Please,” she bit out.
“Please what?”
“I need you inside me.”
“Say it, then.”
“Fuck me, Darien. Please.”
“That’s my good girl.” He pushed two fingers inside her. The area was sensitive to his touch, but she groaned all the same, not the least bit surprised that she needed him again so soon. That mouth of his pulled up into a crooked smile. “Sore?”
“A little,” she admitted.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No!”
A dark laugh slipped through his lips.
But then he did stop, pulling his fingers out of her far too soon.
“Darien!” she protested, the hair that was still partially damp from their shower catching in her eyelashes as she turned to look at him.
When she saw that he was removing his pants, she shut her damn mouth.
The tip of him nudged her entrance, the heat from his cock seeping into her skin. She pushed her ass back into him just as he was sliding into her with one swift movement, right to his base, stretching her so good that she gasped. Gasped and then moaned, a sound that by all rights should’ve embarrassed her.
But she didn’t care anymore because Darien was fucking her then, filling her so deeply with every hard thrust that a new promise of ecstasy shimmered on that delicious horizon.
