"Wyatt—"
I brought my hand down again anyway, other side, and she dropped her head and made a sound low in her throat that went straight through me.
"Okay," I said, more to myself than her. “Okay…okay, we’re good.”
“You sure?”
I smacked her again for good measure.
She jolted and moaned.
“Am I…” she paused, voice quiet as I soothed her, rubbing my hand in circles around her lower back. “Am I a freak for wanting this?”
“You’re perfect,” I said immediately. “You better not change a damn thing.”
“But I?—”
I smacked her again, this time leaning in to drag my tongue over one red cheek. If anything, I was the freak—for wanting this, fortaking it,for doing it again.
“What did I say, baby? You're perfect.”
Her pussy clenched.
I couldn't fucking take it.
I reached around her to grab another condom out of the bedside table drawer, yanking my boxers down with my free hand. The condom was on in a heartbeat, then I was back—pushing my cock against her, dragging it through her arousal, my eyes rolling back in my head…
She rocked back and I sank in an inch. My breath stuttered and I grabbed her by the hips.
“Please fuck me,” she begged. “Please, Wyatt.”
I buried myself inside her in a single thrust.
She keened, dropping her elbows to wail into the pillows. I almost stopped, afraid I'd hurt her, but she was clenching so good, rocking back…beginning to fuck herself on my cock.
She gasped and grabbed the headboard and I found a rhythm, slow at first, working her open. She dropped her head between her shoulders and just took it. No hesitation. No flinching. Just Haven, completely present, completely in her body, making sounds that were going to live in my head for a very long time.
"Wyatt—"
"Stay right there."
I reached around and found her clit and she clenched around me so hard I had to stop moving for a second and breathe through it.
"Keep going," she said, frantic. "Please?—"
"Working on it." I pressed harder and started moving again and she wailed into the pillow. "Keep it down."
"I'm trying?—"
"Try harder." I smacked her once more, light, just enough, and she bit down on the pillow and muffled herself and I felt it everywhere.
Twenty minutes, I'd told her.
I was already losing track of time.
I steadied my pace, thrusting deep and hard, yanking her back against me every time. I fell into that sensation easy…Haven’s soft moans filling the room, watching her wide hips take me, watching my cock vanish inside her. When she got too loud, I smacked her ass again, and every time she clenched so fuckin’ tight?—
“Gonna come inside you, baby,” I growled. I reached up her back and took hold of her hair—twisted it around my hand and pulled her flush against my chest. It pushed me in deeper and she moaned, so I stuck two fingers in her mouth.
