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She responded by gazing over her shoulder at him, wetting her lips. His blood pulsated through him at the desire in her eyes, at the trust she placed in him. He moved his weight bench so it was in front of her legs and pushed her underwear down her legs, helping her to step out of them. Instead of tossing them to the floor, he stuck them in his back pocket and used the rope to bind her ankles to either end of the bench, keeping her legs straight and spread open.
He worked in silence as the fireworks blasted outside. Down here with Sam, the sound dulled, but he could still feel them echo in his chest. Then again, maybe that was his heart hammering against his ribs at the vision of this woman giving herself to him.
He moved to stand in front of her. “If I do anything that you don’t like or—”
“I’ll tell you,” she said then offered him a soft smile. “But I know you won’t hurt me.”
He shook his head. “Never.”
Her grin spread to one that lit up her eyes as she lifted her head as much as she could for a kiss. He bent down, meeting her delicious mouth. “You can be as loud as you want,” he told her. “No one will hear.”
She moaned against his lips when he skimmed his hand over her shoulder and down her back to undo the clasp of her bra so it fell away from her body. With her completely naked, he placed kisses up and down the column of her spine, keeping her relaxed and pliant. She arched her back like a cat, letting out a low moan, and he reached between her legs, drawing two fingers down her pussy. And he almost moaned too. “You’re so wet already, and we’ve barely started.”
She shifted restlessly, her hips swaying side to side. “I can’t help it.”
“Maybe I can help,” he said, circling her ass with his hand before spanking one side.
She rocked forward slightly and looked over her shoulder at him. “Again.”
As if he was planning on denying her. “Yes, ma’am.”
He spanked her again then reached over to tweak her nipple.
“Oh fuck,” she mumbled, her eyes closed.
“What did you say?” He smacked her and twisted her nipple at the same time, eliciting a groan.
“Oh fuck,” she said louder.
He bent to drop a kiss on her shoulder, murmuring in her ear, “Good girl.”
She laughed, tipping her head to the side to meet his eyes. “I’m a modern independent woman. Why do I find that so hot?”
He gently scraped his teeth on her shoulder blade, right over the phoenix. “Because maybe you’re used to being so strong all the time, you want to be taken care of for a little while.” Then he smacked her, leaving his palm on the warm and slightly pink skin. “Huh?”
She pressed her hips up and back against him. “Maybe.”
“So,” he said, dragging his other hand back to her breasts, massaging one and then the other. “Maybe you should be a good girl and let me hear you.”
Another tweak, another spank, and she hissed out an affirmative.
Mike alternated spanks and caresses to her ass while toying with her nipples until she was panting, begging him to fuck her.
He skimmed two fingers down her slit again, finding her practically dripping. “Peaches, that name is fitting for you.”
“The fireworks are going to be done soon,” she reminded him, bringing him back to reality, and he stuck his fingers in his mouth, sucking her taste off them before grabbing a condom from one of his drawers. She watched him over her shoulder as he unbuckled his belt and pushed his jeans and boxer briefs down, her eyes glued to his cock.
“You ready?” he asked, rolling the condom on.
“Yes.”
He gave his length one tug before stepping between her legs, lining himself up at her entrance to slide inside her wet heat.
They both groaned, and he gripped her hips to steady himself as he thrust into her. In the full-length mirror, he could see her breasts sway with each forward movement, and he was desperate to touch her there, but he didn’t want to let go of her, fearing he’d lose his balance. Tightening his grip on her, he blew out a sharp exhale, trying to remain in control, but with the image of her eyes screwed tight, her face tipped up, mouth open, releasing those sounds—her perfect, tantalizing sounds—he felt himself unraveling.
With every thrust, he was losing more control and more of himself to Samantha. He wanted to give her everything. Anything she wanted, he would be. And for now, she said she wanted, “Harder!”
“You feel so good,” he told her. “So fucking good. And this ass,” he gritted out in between breaths and squeezed her sweet backside. “Fuck, I’d do anything for it.”
