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Broadie looks down at his feet. “Typically, women who spend time in clubs like DPG are accustomed to rough sex. It relaxes me to have that control when everything else in my life feels as if it’s spinning out of it. It’s a physical release, nothing more. There’s no BDSM or group kink,” he reassures. “I haven’t been with a woman there in ages. I want more. I want you.” His eyes drop as if he’s ashamed. “But I don’t want to hurt you. I just—"
“I want to be what you need.” Swallowing hard, I can feel my heart rate speed up. I’m still trying to digest his words. While he didn’t have to, I’m grateful for his admission.
Leaning forward, the brush of his lips over mine causes me to tremble. He moves his mouth to the shell of my ear. “Lean over the end of the bed for me, Pop.”
Getting to my feet, my legs shake beneath me like a newborn foal. I lie face down on the bed, instantly feeling him pull my wrists behind me. I’m unsure what he’s using, but it’s silky smooth against my skin. Like I suspect his tie might feel. He then lifts a pillow off the bed. It’s hard to see what he’s doing in this position. The pillow abruptly flies over me to the head of the bed before my eyes are covered by a cloth that I suspect is the folded pillowcase.
“Jesus. You’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
I should be nervous. He just finished saying he gets a little out of control and plans to be rough with me. But after the last night I spent with him, all I’m feeling is eager.
Cool air hits my backside as Broadie unexpectedly lifts my skirt. A low growl escapes him before I feel his fingers tugging at the sides of my panties. The anticipation is making me squirm against the bed. He’s not the only one who’s replayed our night together.
As my panties pass over my feet, I lie motionless, curious as to what’s happening behind me, until I feel his hands on my ass, spreading my butt cheeks wide. Holy cow, this man is filthy. How did I go from vanilla sex to no sex, to I’ve only read about this in my spicy books sex?
“Oh, god.” I squeal into the mattress as his tongue drags from my clit to my asshole. The sensation hasn’t even sunk in completely before I feel the thwack of his palm against my ass.
“That’s for making me hard all night.”
Thwack.
“That’s for spying on me instead of warning me about the rumor you heard.”
Thwack.
“That’s for getting wet watching another man earlier.”
“No!” I yell into the mattress.
Broadie immediately stops what he’s doing and leans over me. “Did I hurt you? Do you want me to stop?”
“No. I’m not hurt. But you have it all wrong. I was getting wet pretending it was you.”
His warm breath tickles my ear as his large palm caresses my stinging flesh. “Oh, that’s my good girl. Who’s the only man who’s allowed to slide their cock in this pretty pussy?” he asks as his fingers graze my wet center.
I’ve barely been able to achieve one orgasm during sex with anyone else but him. And now I’m about to climax just listening to this man’s dirty talk. “You. Only you.”
“That’s right.” I can feel him rubbing circles over my tender ass cheek and prepare myself for another slap when all of a sudden, his fingers slide inside me.
My body is no longer under my control. It’s as if my hips are rising to meet him with each glide of his hand.
“Your greedy pussy is begging for my cock, isn’t it, Pop?”
“Yes. Please?”
He quickly withdraws his hand and drives his beautiful dick into me. “Fuck, yes.” He groans. It’s as if he’s read my mind.
Without easing into it, he immediately starts pounding into me. Every now and then, he grabs ahold of my bound wrists and tugs as he rotates his hips and returns to pummeling into my swollen flesh. “You feel too damn good, baby. I’m not going to be able to last.”
Me either. I would’ve never thought I’d be able to orgasm like this. But with my hands bound, my eyes covered, and the friction beneath me, I’m hanging by a thread.
“Poppy…” He shifts above me, lifting me up to place a pillow beneath my hips. I can feel his skin flush against my back as he rams into me from a slightly different angle. Each thrust hitting a spot that’s quickly sending me over the edge.
“Broadie, Broadie…” My orgasm crashes into me, white lights dancing behind my closed lids.
The erotic grunts above me signal his orgasm is cresting as well. He stills, his shuddered breaths staccato against my ear.
Knock, Knock.
