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There was a newfound level of ferocity, his body remaining tense as he dominated my tongue. The taste of him was like fine cognac and cinnamon, infusing my senses. I was on fire, my nipples aching, my panties already damp. The scent of our combined desire wafted between us, sending spark after spark of electricity.
I was floored at the hunger rolling through me, every touch igniting the embers I’d kept warm just for him.
He was hard as a rock, pressing his throbbing cock into my stomach. I ground my hips back and forth, the sensations jetting through me powerful enough to steal my breath.
When he broke the kiss, he cupped my jaw, digging his fingers into my skin. His chest rose and fell from his labored breathing, a slight growl sizzling my skin.
“You’re one bad girl.”
“Yes. Like I said, you weren’t here to keep me in line.”
“I’m here now.” He backed away, spinning me around to face the mirror. Without hesitation, he reached around my waist, unfastening my jeans.
“What are you doing?”
“Giving you a reminder to behave,” he murmured, his reflection keeping me in awe. I didn’t know how it was possible, but he’d gotten more dangerous looking with his scruffy beard and disheveled hair. But he was the most rugged, best-looking man I’d ever laid eyes on.
I didn’t fight him as he yanked my jeans and lace thong down to my knees. Every muscle was tense, excitement tearing through me. He had a way of making me feel more alive than I had most of my life.
As I gripped the edge of the counter, he pressed down on the small of my back. I thought for certain he was going to rip off his belt, but when he brought his hand down, smacking my naked bottom four times in rapid succession, I took a deep breath. It wasn’t that I craved pain, although when I was with Maverick, I longed to experience everything with him, but his dominating hold on me felt right.
People would think me crazy if they knew my story, the ugliness I’d experienced. But with the rugged cowboy tracker, everything was different. He was caring, loving, and his hunger kept me feeling alive.
I closed my eyes, opening my legs as wide as the tight confines of my jeans would allow, even more excited about the thought of people walking into the bathroom. I should be horrified, ashamed I was being treated like a bad little girl, but my pussy ached more now than ever before.
“You can’t confront bad men, sweetheart. One day you’ll get yourself into trouble.” His words were said with such sincerity, his worry about me evident. He rubbed his fingers from one side of my bottom to the other, taking a deep breath as he rolled the tips down the crack of my ass.
I was so wet, my pussy clenching and releasing.
“Damn, woman. I want to fuck you.” When he resumed the spanking, bending me further over the counter, I let myself fall into a sweet surrender.
The pain was invigorating, my mind whirling from the possibilities of what he’d do to me later. I couldn’t wait to be in his arms, fulfilling his needs.
And sucking his big, fat cock.
My mouth watered at the thought even as the pain exploded, shifting into blissful anguish. My bottom was on fire, tingling sensations jetting through me. I couldn’t breathe, had no way of focusing but I was very much alive. The sound his hand made as it connected with my skin drowned out the honky-tonk music, but it was the rapid beating of my heart that kept me on fire.
As his chest continued to rise and fall, I had a feeling he wouldn’t be able to hold back fucking me. The thought was filthy and sinful. Who’d want to be fucked in the bathroom of a raunchy bar?
This bad girl wanted to raise her hand. I’d never wanted anything so much.
He smacked me six more times, one right after the other. Then he slipped his hand between my legs, stroking my clit.
“You’re wet,” he growled.
“Uh-huh.” I licked my lips, panting until I was lightheaded.
“Did you think about me?”
“All the time.”
“Did you hunger for my thick cock?”
I shifted my gaze, pursing my lips. “Every. Single. Night.”
He took his time rolling his fingers up and down the length of my pussy, using his knee to force my jeans to the floor. His laugh was almost evil as I struggled to yank one foot from the pile, giving him more access.
When he thrust several fingers into my molten pussy, I thought I’d lose it right there.
