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His palm moved quickly back and forth over my swollen clit. “Come for me.” He pulled back, landing a hard slap against my center.

A sharp gasp left me as the slice of pain forced my eyes open.

“What the fuck did I say?” he growled, slapping me again.

“Make me,” I whined. “God, make me, please make me come.”

“Do it.” He ripped my head back, slapping his palm over and over against my throbbing clit.

I arched into his swings, needing more, needing him. “Yes, fucking hell.” A release rushed through me, liquid spraying from my body while I screamed.

“That’s it, my little slut.” He thrust his cock back into me and wrapped his arms around my head. “Hold on, baby.” He kissed my cheek. “I’m about to bruise your cunt.”

Amber

I woke God onlyknew when.

When I rolled onto my back, every muscle and cell in my body screamed with protest. I had never been used like that before. I didn’t even remember going to bed. Opening my eyes slowly, I blinked past the early morning light streaming in through my bedroom window and rolled back onto my stomach.

I was still naked, remnants from the night before coated on my skin. I must have passed out at some point, but I still didn’t remember putting myself to bed. Unless Sammy did.

My thoughts traveled back to the night before.

Pleasure and pain mixed as one.

After Sammy finally had his own release, I still couldn’t get over the fact that he had moaned my name.

“Fuck, Amber. So damn good.” His body shook behind me, his cock swelling and spilling his pleasure into the condom.

Before I had a chance to even comment or say anything at all, he flipped me onto my back and dove his head between my legs.

I cried out, the scratchiness of his beard tickling my inner thighs.

He lifted his head, releasing me with a wet smack, then licked and sucked up the length of my body. His lips closed around my nipple, his teeth sinking into the budding peak.

I inhaled a sharp gasp, arching under him.

Sammy lifted his head, his dark eyes locking with mine. Much to my surprise, his palm connected with my face at the same time he shoved two fingers into me.

I whimpered, my back bowing off the table. He slapped my cheek again before wrapping his long fingers around my throat and finishing what he started.

I groaned into my pillow, my body burning as memories of the night before rushed through me. I quickly learned that he could go for hours and wasn’t selfish. In the least. Not like Aaron. Not that I could ever compare them, but Aaron only made sure he got his own release and didn’t care about my pleasure at all. With Sammy, he gave me more pleasure than I could ever handle. I had never known that I liked to be slapped. Spanked on the ass sure, but slapped in the face? My core clenched at the thought. I wasn’t sure how Sam even knew I would like it. Unless he just took that when I told him I didn’t like sharing but would try anything else at least once, literally. He tested my limits, but I had a feeling that I hadn’t experienced half of what he had to offer.

I had begged him to stop at one point because I couldn’t handle any more and he only muttered ‘safeword’ against my pussy. But I never used it because I didn’t want him to stop and disappear from my life, like he originally threatened. So, I took what he gave me and embraced his rough mouth between my legs until he had me coming at least three times before he finally stopped.

I still couldn’t believe I had spent the night before with him, but since we got what we both wanted, it was time to move on. Or that was what I was trying to tell myself anyway. Truth was, I wanted more. I wanted him.

Sammy Butcher officially ruined me for other men.

Rising to my elbows, I reached for my phone to see if I had any new emails or text messages and saw a text from Sammy. Knowing him, he was probably thanking me for the fuck, but when I opened his message and my eyes moved along the words, I was not expecting to read what I did.

Sammy: I left a bottle of water and some pain meds with it on your nightstand, since I imagine you’re sore.

He was right. Iwassore. My eyes flicked to my nightstand, finding the water and two little pills sitting beside it. But where did he get them from? I didn’t have a whole lot in my medicine cabinet, so I wasn’t sure where he got the pills from. And how the hell could he be rough one moment and thoughtful the next?

Before I could stop myself, I called him.

“Miss my cock already?” came his deep reply that sent a shiver racing over every inch of me.

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