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His belt hits the floor as he mutters, “We’ll work up to that.” A second later, I feel the mattress dip under his weight, and the smooth skin of his palm cups my ass seconds before he spanks it. Harder than last time.
I can’t find my voice, or my breath, or my thoughts as I cry out in an exciting mix of pleasure and pain. My senses heighten as my body vibrates and my pussy floods.
Sawyer runs his palm soothingly over the spot he just spanked, and I momentarily think I shouldn’t like this. But that thought flies right out the damn window when he smacks the other cheek. I moan and shudder, and stars burst in front of my eyes at the sharp sting.
Holy hell. Who decided spanking during sex should be a thing?
Because I’d like to thank them.
This happens two more times before Sawyer’s hand is replaced by his mouth and his teeth and his tongue. Kissing and touching, licking, and nipping my hypersensitive skin. Running his hands up my sides and under my bra. Shoving the cups up and squeezing my breasts that already feel too tight. Teasing me. Tasting me. Leaving me aching for so much more than what he’s giving me.
Momentarily forgetting how much I hate this man. I whimper and bite my tongue before I can beg for more.
But of course, that’s what Sawyer wants. “Do you like that, Red?”
His voice is sinful and needy and dripping with sex.
I whimper, wanting more, but don’t answer.
“Words, Red. I need to know if you liked it. I need to know if it made you wet.”
I look over my shoulder and shudder. “There are other ways to find out if I’m wet, Kingston.”
He snaps the string of my thong against my throbbing clit, and I cry out. “Yes. I liked it. God, yes. It made me so wet.”
I’m rewarded when he buries his face against the lace of my panties, sucking my clit through the sheer material.
I drop my head to the bed and mewl as I push my hips back, searching for more. For relief. For the rush of the promised orgasm that’s building like a storm, ready to pull me under. Strong, urgent strokes of his tongue get me so close to the promised euphoria before he rips my panties from my body and flips me over on my back.
He throws my legs over his shoulders and traces a long finger around my clit before pushing it inside me. When he looks up with those sinful eyes, the urgency in them dies, replaced by a lazy, cocky confidence.
Long, flat strokes of his tongue edge me closer while he finger-fucks me.
I reach down and run my fingers through his soft, dark hair, then tug and tilt my hips. Inpatient and needy.
This man may have the makings of a god in bed, but I know the female anatomy, and there’s nothing wrong with helping him find my G-spot. And oh my, the vision of him between my legs is definitely one I’ll be revisiting again and again when I’m alone.
Sawyer pushes down on my clit with his tongue just as he presses another finger inside me and pushes against that rough spot that most men think they find but rarely do.
Of course,this manknew where it was without my help.
If I thought I saw a glimmer of stars earlier, it was nothing compared to the meteor shower dancing in front of my vision as a violent orgasm rips through me.
“Oh my God,” I pant as I try to catch my forgotten breath while Sawyer licks and kisses and sucks his way up my body. Sending aftershocks coursing through me again and again.
He leans over to his nightstand and opens the drawer, sending his charging phone crashing to the floor. “Fuck.”
My happy little afterglow vanishes with that one word. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m late for dinner at Max’s house,” he groans, pained.
“Oh.” I sit up, not wanting to be the reason he misses dinner. “Okay. Well, I guess you better go then. Thanks for the orgasm.”
Sawyer surprises me when he chuckles. It’s a deep sound that vibrates through my body. I like it—not that I’d ever tell him that. “Thanks for the orgasm?”
“Yup. Have fun at dinner.” I pick up my bra and panties and slide them both back into place. “This was fun. We should do it again.”
“New rule,” he states like a lawyer might... or a little boy who’s mad that someone took his toy away. “The night’s not over until we’re both satisfied.”
