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The satisfaction in his words seeps into my blood, making my desire burn hotter. He turns up the flames even more by landing a quick succession of alternating blows on each cheek.
I’m panting and struggling to process these new sensations when he leans in. “I’m going to give you two more.”
“Why?” Not that I’m upset.
“Well, I could tell you that one swat is for the pleasure you gave yourself earlier today that was mine to give you and the other is because you lied about it.”
“How did you know?”
“Oh, honey, I heard you. Next time your pussy aches, come to me. I’ll take care of it.”
Will there be a next time? If I want him to put out this fire he started, now isn’t the time to ask. “All right.”
“Good. So I’ll be honest and tell you I’m adding two more because your pretty, pert ass has taunted me all afternoon and I can’t wait to spank it more.”
He smacks each cheek once, then seals the heat in with another pressing stroke of his palm, groaning in obvious satisfaction. “Even in this light, you look sweet and rosy.”
Knowing he’s pleased arouses me even more, but I don’t have time to bask in the moment before he rips the spandex shorts from around my ankles and tosses them aside. In one smooth motion, he sets me on my feet again, rips open his fly, and reaches into his pocket. After a quick rip of the square foil between his teeth, he sheathes himself, lifts me up to straddle his lap again, aligning his crest with my burning, clenching opening.
“Look at me.”
I can’t look anywhere else. “Yes.”
“Mine.” He grabs my hips and pulls me down as he surges up, joining us together.
His cock juts deep into my body, and I swear I feel him all the way to my soul. “Yes!”
Rand
The moment I bury myself inside Sophie, liquid pleasure jets down my spine. She doesn’t just feel good, she feels right. Maybe I’m crazy. Maybe this is just a fling for her. Maybe she’ll walk away from me as soon as she’s safe.
But the way she’s looking at me now with her misty blue eyes full of wonder and need, I don’t think so. I’m going to do my damnedest to make sure leaving is the last thing she wants.
“Say you’re mine,” I prompt.
“I’m yours.”
I lift her up my shaft and hold her steady. She whimpers, clutching me as she attempts to wriggle her way down, but I won’t relent. Not yet. “Again.”
“I’m yours, Rand. All yours.”
The delicious whine in her voice makes me crave her even more. With a lift of my hips, I shove her down, working myself even deeper.
Her head falls back, and the last remnants of the sunset make her body gleam golden. Jesus, she’s like every fantasy I’ve ever had, her gasp dripping pleasure, her lush breasts bobbing, her pussy gripping me so tight. But it’s her eyes that slay me. I see all of her, even the feelings she tries to hide.
The connection we have isn’t one-sided.
My heart kicks into high gear. “I’m falling for you.”
“I’m falling, too.”
“Perfect.” We can fall together.
The thought zips through my brain, chased by a need to kiss her. I slant my lips over hers. She opens to me without barriers or hesitation. I dive deep, taking possession of her mouth, just as I’m doing to her body. She falls against me, clings to me, melts into me.
And I’m lost to her.
If I had a bed, I’d lay her out, scoop her in my arms, and heap pleasure on her all night. In fact, I probably will—later. Right now, I’m all in with Sophie, stroke after stroke after stroke, lifting her up my shaft, then pulling her back down onto me as I rise up to meet her.
