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I don’t get to finish my sentence. I’m flipped, and my face is smashed into the bedding. My leggings are yanked down, my thong too, and then his hand comes down hard on my ass cheeks. I yell and try to move forward to escape another blow. His other arm locks around me, holding me there as his hand, with all his immortal strength, punishes me.
“What were you saying, my love?” he purrs, his voice hard and demanding.
My ass cheeks sting with the force of his hits, but the pain warms to pleasure as I push back, my pussy clenching in need.
“His hands—” I gasp, trying to remember what I was saying.
“Like these?” His hand comes down again and again, this time across my pussy. The sharp sting makes me scream and fall forward, but he yanks me back up. “Words, Althea,” he orders. “Did his hands do this to you?” Once more, he spanks my pussy, and cream gushes from me as I rock back into his blows.
“Althea,” he growls, waiting.
“Yes, no, I don’t know,” I rasp. “He had big hands—”
“As big as mine?” he snaps as he brings his big hand back down once more across my pussy. The sharp sting pushes me higher, and I find myself rocking back into the air, desperate for another slap. “Answer me, Althea,” he demands, rubbing my raw clit. “Were his hands better than mine?”
“Yes!” I mutter, and it gets me what I want. His palm slams onto my pussy, hitting my clit so hard that I shatter. I scream my release into Simon’s bedding as he rubs my clit until I’m whimpering and trying to escape. It’s too much.
“Well, did he make you come from punishing you,draya? Did he make you so wet it coated your thighs? Did he make you come without even sliding into that wet heat and fingering you with his big hands?”
“No, no.” I shake my head, unsure if I want more or less.
“I didn’t think so. Now, what else was he good at? We will work through the list one at a time until he is completely forgotten. You mentioned his lips, correct?”
I whine. I can’t help it.
“Words, Althea, or I will guess, and you will not like it. Lips, yes?”
“Yes,” I whimper, clutching the bedding.
Humming, he slides down my body, his lips following the marks caused by his hands, and I whimper and push back. Gripping my hips, he yanks them higher before splaying my wet pussy open for him.
“So wet,draya. You are dripping for your mate. Did you drip for him?”
“No,” I admit, and he rewards me by sealing his lips around my clit and sucking hard. My back bows as pleasure claws at me. Just when I’m about to come, he releases me, making me cry out. He presses kisses to my pussy.
“Did his lips bring you pleasure?” he murmurs against my skin as I rock back, needing to come so badly.
“Yes. Why don’t you see if you can beat him?” I challenge.
Chuckling, he presses his fingers inside me. “I can feel you gripping me,draya. You are so close, yet you dare me?” His lips press to my clit once more. “Challenge accepted, mate.”
With his fingers still inside me, he begins to suck on my clit. The scrape of his fangs against my sensitive flesh mixes with pleasure as I rock back and forth. The pleasure grows within me, becoming stronger and stronger until it’s too much, and I come all over his mouth with a scream.
Pulling his lips from my clit, he laps at my pussy and cream before pulling his fingers free.
“What else, Althea?” he demands, sliding up my body. His big hand fists my hair and yanks it until my ass is pressed against his throbbing erection.
“His cock,” I reply, needing his so badly, I’ll play along. “His cock was so good—”
He surges inside of me, his massive cock splitting me open as I scream. All words are forgotten, and pleasure tumbles over me until I come all over my mate’s cock, and yet he still doesn’t let up. He pulls out and hammers back into me, punishing me and showing me who is here right now.
“Who’s pretty now, Althea?” he questions with a growl, the sting in my hair making me groan as he uses it to pull and push me on his huge dick.
“You, you, you,” I chant, unable to take this game anymore. “Please, Nathair, please.”
He keeps up his pace, claiming my pussy. Each thrust slides along those nerves that have me crying and convulsing. It’s too much, and it’s not enough. I can’t even think. I can’t see or breathe past it. I need . . . I need . . .
“Whom do you belong to, Althea?”
