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That kiss possessed me, and I knew I would never look at another man the same way again. From now on, I would compare every kiss to his, every touch to the fire he stoked within me, every soulful look passed between a man and a woman. In that single moment, I knew a part of me would always belong to him.
By the time he pulled away, my lips ached, and my body was surging with need. My erect nipples brushed against his chest, and I wondered if he could feel them. My core was practically vibrating with need. My arms curled around his waist and the hard outline of his cock brushed against my hip.
He was hard. For me.
The realization sucked the air clean out of my lungs. A wave of heat passed through me, and my pussy clenched down hard. I didn’t pull away from him. I didn’t want to lose the feeling of his warmth all around me.
“Would you like something else before your spanking?” he asked. He didn’t pull his hips away from me. If anything, his arm wrapped around my waist tighter, which simply pressed his cock against my hip more firmly. I didn’t shy away even though I could feel that he was even harder now.
His question made me blush all the hotter. I glanced up at him nervously, but his gaze was as warm as ever. Tentatively, I brushed my lips against his. My hesitation melted away as I kissed him and when I pulled away, I was certain of my answer.
“I do want more.” My chest rattled as I waited for what he would say next.
“Put your arms around my neck,” he directed. My heart jumped with excitement.
Reaching up, I did as he asked as his hands brushed down my back, below my freshly smacked backside and to the backs of my thighs. I gasped when he hiked me up in his arms. He took several steps forward until my body was pressed up against the wall. He pinned me against it, and I wound my legs around his waist as he captured my lips in another soul-wrenching kiss that left me gasping for air.
“I’ve been wanting to kiss you since the moment you first sat down in my restaurant,” he murmured. His breath tickled my ear and I moaned softly. My heart pounded in my chest, hopeful and nervous and jittery all at the same time. When I leaned my head to the side, the coarse hair of his beard scraped against my skin.
I liked the way that felt.
I turned my head and he groaned as his lips possessed mine once again. This time, his kiss was harder, rougher, bruising even. I melted into his arms, my flesh burning with fever.
I ground my hips forward, feeling his firm erection through his slacks against my inner heat. I wanted him to fill me.
I wanted it all.
“Please,” I begged him.
“What is it?” he asked knowingly. He trailed kisses down my neck, using his chin to nudge my head to the side. I sighed, his soft touch igniting endless fiery trails that coursed deep down into my body.
“I want more than a kiss,” I begged.
He rocked his hips forward. He knew what I wanted, and he was teasing me with it. His cock felt like it was massive even though it was fully encased within the confines of his slacks. My inner walls clenched excitedly.
I hadn’t had sex in the longest time. I wasn’t a virgin, but I was pretty damn near close to it. I’d only slept with two men and neither had been like Cyrus. They’d both been rich boys who fumbled around in high school. They hadn’t been worth it, especially because they hadn’t been capable of giving me an orgasm either.
Something told me that Cyrus wouldn’t rest until I fell apart beneath him.
My nipples were incredibly hard against his chest, and I kissed his cheek, the roughness of his beard pulling me in again and again. It was so incredibly masculine, which only made me want him more.
He moved away from the wall, and I clutched at him, but I didn’t need to. His hold on me was strong and I trusted that he wouldn’t drop me. He carried me like I weighed no more than a pillow. I expected him to bring me to the guest room, but he turned right instead of left.
“Unwrap yourself from me,” he demanded gently, and excitedly, I did as he asked. He reached for me with those big strong hands and unbuttoned one button at a time. When he’d undone them all, only then did he push the long shirt open to reveal my breasts. I didn’t even reach to stop the shirt from sliding off my shoulders. It fell to the floor, forgotten.
His palms brushed against my erect nipples. He pinched each one lightly, making me gasp as a flare of pain blossomed across my breasts and deep into my core, and my clit throbbed hard.
I couldn’t stand that there was any distance between us, so I stepped forward, only to have him grasp my shoulders and toss me backwards. I landed on my back on the bed, and suddenly he was on top of me. I grasped at his shirt, pulling it free from his slacks.
“I want… I want,” I struggled, and his lips silenced me with a bruising kiss.
“I know what you want. You will let me take care of you, or else I’ll go get my belt off the table,” he warned, and a tremor of arousal quaked through me.
“Please, not the belt,” I breathed. I didn’t know if I really meant it, to be honest. His palm brushed against my breast, and I shivered with desire.
I hoped he would fuck me soon. I didn’t know how much more of this I could take.
“Then be a good girl for me,” he purred, and he sat back and climbed off the bed. He pulled his shirt up over his head and tossed it aside. I feasted on the sight of his chiseled chest. There was a coarse smattering of hair across his chest, and I wanted to reach out and run my fingers through it. Every single part of him was hard. When his hands settled on the waistband of his slacks and he unbuttoned them slowly, I sucked in a breath.
