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But I’m not wanted, am I?

Another stupid tear rolls down my eyes, dropping on his shoulder and I chuckle sadly.

“Does it hurt?” He asks, his breath hitting my chest and I shake my head. “Then why are you crying?” He looks up, wiping my tears with his thumb and licks it.

I almost forgot what a creep he was.

“You just hit me almost thirty times, of course it fucking hurts.” I almost bawl my eyes out when his shoulders shake with a silent laugh, the warmth of his breath fanning across my face and hitting me with a fresh wave of awe.

His smile is so beautiful, I stare at it for a long time, unable to blink or move until his hands touches my arse.

He rubs it, kneads it for a while, his hands on me, mine on his shoulder as we stare into each other’s eyes—my green to his brown, the forests meeting the earth—letting the reality of the situation sink in.

He saw me leave and panicked, he spanked me because I was leaving him and now, he’s soothing the pain away.

We’ve already established that I’m fucked up, because I almost find it endearing, borderline heartwarming and downright lethal.

His large hands keep on rubbing the ache away as I try to purse my lips, suppressing my whimpers and moans.

“I’m not a bad kisser, am I?” His smirk is barely concealed, smug enough to make me want to wipe it off his face.

“You are. That’s why I’m not kissing you right now.” Unlike him, I make no attempt to hide my smile.

I haven’t forgotten the feeling of his lips on mine but I want it all the same. We are staring at one another, as if waiting for someone to make the first move.

His gaze drifts over my face before settling on my mouth and heat unfurls low in my stomach.

I swallow against the sudden dryness in my throat, acutely aware of how little space exists between us.

“Then I guess I better practice.” And he’s on me the next second, his warm lips touch my trembling ones.

“Can’t have people badmouthing your kissing skills?”

“Not people, just you.” He licks the corner of my mouth.

“I want you as obsessed with my kisses as I am with you.” His teeth bite my lower lip; my sudden gasp gives him an opening to slide his tongue inside my mouth.

A moan so loud leaves my lips as I feel my body jittering with pent up energy.

I’ve wanted to come ever since he started spanking me, my body has been trembling, wanting so many things all at once, his hands, his mouth, his touch, his kiss, him.

I have been waiting for him to devour the entirety of my being until I’m nothing but a body writhing with pleasure.

My pussy grinds against his hard cock, and I start moving myself vigorously. My clit needs friction, and the senseless dry-humping is making me take the road to insanity.

His left hand leaves my arse and grips my throat, blocking the air as if it’s forbidden. We part only to stare in each other’s eyes.

“I’m not going to fuck you, right now.” He hisses. “But by all means, use me, princess.” The way he says it, so filthy, I feel myself dripping.

His hands leave my body entirely, landing on the bed as he leans back and watches me. I miss his touch but the hunger in me is unrelenting.

I need something, anything.

My body is quaking with lust, the kind I’ve only felt with him, my moans are loud and shameless.

I rake my hands through my hair, tossing the golden strands over my shoulder. The ends cascade down his chest, brushing his stomach as his gaze follows them, his hand twitching at his side as if resisting the urge to fist the silky locks.

“Harder, malyshka.”