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Colette’s free hand cupped a breast, thumbing her nipple through her night dress.

“No, pull it down and show me.”

She obeyed, tucking the neckline under her breasts. She gently gripped one nipple and twisted, the small movement causing a disproportionate thrill of pleasure to zing through her.

“Take off the dress,” he commanded. “Then use both hands to play with your nipples.”

The power dynamic was sliding, shifting back to what was, for them, the more comfortable and pleasurable dynamic of Landon in control.

Colette tossed the garment aside, cupping and squeezing her breasts as she rode him.

“I want you to twist your nipples. Good girl. Now twist them more. Is it starting to hurt?”

Colette nodded, words beyond her right now. Her focus was riding his cock and obeying his commands.

“Good, hold it there, don’t let go of those pretty nipples until I give you permission.”

She whimpered as pleasure at his words mounded atop the physical sensations of his cock deep inside her, and the sweet pain from her nipples.

“Now ride me harder,” he commanded. “I want you bouncing on my cock, and while you do, hold on to your nipples. Just your nipples. I want you to feel the pull and burn as your tits bounce.”

Colette shifted her knees, and then instead of rocking forward, pushed straight up, using her thigh muscles. Gravity carried her down, her ass reminding her of the earlier spanking when her bottom made fresh contact with his legs.

“Harder,” he commanded, voice lashing.

Colette rose and fell, awkward for only a moment until she found a rhythm. She bounced on his cock, ass slapping against him each time, nipples burning as her bouncing tits pulled against the tender tips.

“Fuck yes, love. That’s it. You look so fucking sexy right now.”

Colette tipped her face to the ceiling, panting as she rode him hard and fast.

Because she wasn’t looking at him, she was taken by surprise when he moved. Landon bent his knees, bridging his hips just enough to tip her forward. With a yelp of surprise Colette fell, catching herself with hands planted on the mattress by his ears.

Now they were eye to eye, and she could see the flecks of gold and copper in the brown so dark it often looked black.

She wanted to kiss him.

“Don’t stop,” he said softly. “And don’t look away.”

Colette rocked forward, then back. His knees were still slightly bent, tilting his hips so the angles worked and his cock slid in and out of her pussy.

“That’s it, love.” His accent did something to the vowel in the word “love” that she found unbearably sexy. “Do you think you can come like this?”

She nodded, because she was close. Every muscle in her abdomen and pelvis was tight, primed to release.

“Can you? Or do you need something touching your clit?”

“Please,” she whispered. “Please touch me.”

“No. I promised I wouldn’t touch you.”

“I changed my mind.”

“Nope.”

“Landon.” Her growl wasn’t nearly as rumbly or intimidating as his.

He flashed a quick smile, his eyes sparkling as his gaze slid down to her lips. She held her breath, wondering if he wanted to kiss her the way she wanted to kiss him.