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My mouth falls open as lust shoots through me at his words. I feel my cheeks blossoming red and my voice catch, a wordless noise, confusion mixing with astonishment and, beneath it all, disbelief.
“But I won’t be able to do what you need me to do,” I say.
He cocks his head at me. “What do you think I need you to do?” he says. “Perform brain surgery? Walk a tightrope over the Grand Canyon? Sadie, the only thing you need to do, you’re already doing. And that’s be the sexiest goddamn woman in the world and let me paint you with my lust.”
I let out a shivering breath, finding that my hands are on his shoulders, squeezing the muscles there, feeling how hard they are, just like the rest of him. This man could be carved from stone.
“I guess I’ve just always built it up in my mind,” I murmur. “I never thought somebody would actually like my body.”
“Like it? That doesn’t even come close to how I feel. But now you’ve told me, you know all I’m going to be able to think about is taking you, feeling how fucking tight and hot you are. I need to look down at those ass cheeks as they bounce for me.”
“Will you—”
I bite down, catching the words before they can escape, even more embarrassment moving through me.
“What?” he growls. “Say it, Sadie. Don’t be shy. Not with me. Not ever.”
I squeeze with even more force onto his shoulders, as though if I hold on tight enough I’ll be able to grasp this moment just as firmly, grasp it forever, make myself believe it.
This is real. He’s not tricking me. He’s not secretly laughing at me.
“Will you spank me again?” I breathe in a huff. “When you’re … you know.”
“What happened to your fire, my sexy fucking Sparkplug?” he teases lightly, his hands already sliding down my sides, to my hips, and then down to my shorts. He palms my ass as he talks, kneading the flesh, his eyes shimmering even brighter with each movement. “That means I’ll have to do it from behind. Bend you over and slip my cock inside of you, and then I might lose control, Sadie. I’ll take you like an animal. You’re too perfect for me to fuck slow and gentle. Jesus, but I’ll try, I’ll really fucking try if you want me to.”
“I don’t know,” I gush, his touching making my hole tingle, my clit feeling tight and clammy. My panties drenched all over again. “Is that how you’d want to do it, from behind?”
“Sparkplug, I’m taking you every way a man can take a woman,” he snarls. “So the question is, how do you want it the first time?”
I shrug. “I don’t know. I’ve never even touched a man there before.”
“You’ve never…” He leans back, regarding me as his whole body shakes, his lips, his eyes, his muscles, everything trembles with volcano-like intensity. “You’ve never had that perfect hot hand wrapped around a man’s cock, Sadie?”
I shake my head, biting my lip, loving the way his face brims with even more lust each second.
“Nah uh,” I say, reading him past the haze of my anxiety.
He likes this. Oh, hell, so do I.
“Nobody ever wanted me to,” I whisper. “And, anyway, I never wanted to, not with those immature boys from high school or college.”
“Do you want to now?” he groans, slipping his hand up my shorts, higher, pressing past the fabric and then bringing his finger to my hole.
He begins to slide in, pushing my panties aside, past his first knuckle and then his second, over and over until my center is hot and wet between my legs.
“Do you want to grab my cock and stroke it like the fuck-machine in the making you are? Do you want to get me good and hard before I plunge my cock deep into your heat and fill you with so much seed you won’t be able not to give me a child? Hmm, Sparkplug?”
“Y-yes,” I moan, his finger going deeper now, my pussy so wet it makes noises that somehow add to the dirty glory of the pleasure.
I shift against his hand, grinding down on his finger.
“Ride it,” he commands. “Ride it and come for me again. Come for me so I can give you my cock, give it to you like you deserve.”
I grip his T-shirt, my nails biting through the fabric, and cutting into the flesh of his pectorals.
But he doesn’t complain and he doesn’t stop me, just angles his hand so I can take his finger deeper, instinct driving me every step of the way.
All I know is that I need to follow the blooming sultriness in my sex, bouncing up and down, up and down as he fucks me with his finger. My whole body beginning to burn white-hot and I feel the orgasm coming, just like I did on the racetrack but now without the fear, the anxiety of a secret hanging between us.
