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“Amira. If you don’t stop, I’m going to come.”

She lowered her head, eyes pinned to his, licking the pearly white beads that gathered at the tip. He tasted salty, of sweat and sex. The heavy musk surrounded her, tantalizing, and forbidden. Lowering her head, she took him deep, enjoying the hard length at the back of her throat. She breathed him in, growing damp.

Zane titled his head back, eyes shut tight. With each motion, she pictured his cock thrusting inside of her. She was aroused by his reaction and thrilled to take him like this, to touch him so intimately.

He bunched his hands in her hair, guiding her head, setting the pace. She relaxed, breathing through her nose as he pumped.

“Can I come inside your mouth?”

She murmured an assent and continued sucking until he groaned, then stilled. A second later, hot, warm beads of cum filled her mouth. She swallowed, surprised at the volume and the salty-sweet tang. She wiped at her lip, her face hot, body on fire.

Zane lifted her up on his lap, holding her against his chest. His breathing evened out and he dipped her back, placing gentle kisses on her mouth.

She drew back, assessing his face, looking for answers. He seemed sated, content. She wanted to ask but couldn’t find the words.

“I’m going to enjoy driving you wild. Consider it payback for what you just did.” His finger traced the shell of her ear, stroking along her jaw.

Amira smiled, enjoying the banter. “Oh, I can be bad, Zane. A very bad little girl.”

An eyebrow quirked. “Bad enough to be spanked?”

His hand trailed up her thigh, over her stockings to her exposed breast. Expression hot, he flicked her nipple, tracing the peak with the pad of his thumb. Bolts of electricity shocked her system. His mouth swallowed her sigh, while his hand drove her wild.

“Yes.”

In one fluid motion, he flipped her over. The breath rushed from her lungs. Her arms hung over the edge of the couch, and she braced herself on her elbows, straining her head to watch.

Steady hands guided her silk dress up over her legs, bunching it at her hips. He tugged down the scrap of cotton, exposing her ass. When the tip of his finger stroked the line between her cheeks, she shivered.

The first slap had her back arching in surprise.

“Is this how bad you’ve been?”

Amira shook her head. “I’ve been much, much worse.”

The second smack stung. She gasped, surprised at her reaction. The pain was fleeting, but it heightened her desire. She urged him on, waiting with bated breath for his hand to make contact. She squirmed; with every smack she grew desperate for him to touch her, to take her.

She had never been more turned on in her life. There was a world of sin out there and she was eager to sample it all.

“The sound you’re making is driving me fucking wild. Keep that up and I’ll have to punish you.”

“I have a better idea.” Amira slowly turned in his arms, sore and nowhere near satisfied. That was about to change.

“Liked that, did you?” He peeled off her panties, tossing it aside.

“What gave me away?”

Zane nudged her knees apart, then trailed a finger over her stockings until it rested at the thatch of curls between her thighs. He lifted his hand, fingers glistening and wet.

“Does this answer your question?”

Amira guided his hand back to her clit. The pressure of his fingers was a delicious torture. She spread her legs wider, eager for him to touch her where no one else ever did. She was at his mercy, every stroke a step closer to release.

The build-up was slow. His smile, wicked. He toyed with her, advancing and retreating, until she gripped his arm. She closed her eyes and could only imagine what she looked like, spread before him as he pleasured her. Next time they would use a mirror. She wanted to see him touch her this way. To watch as she lay exposed and vulnerable. Her clit began to pulse and she nearly sobbed with relief.

Dipping his dark head, he sucked her nipple.

“Please, Zane.”