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“I want you inside menow, Ryan.”
He stood up and kicked off his boxers, then grabbed his wallet from his pocket and pulled out a condom. Standing proudly erect with a condom in hand, he stepped toward the head of the bed. He held out the condom. “Put it on me,” he ordered.
Peyton sat up and eased to the side of the bed. Taking the condom, she tore open the wrapper. She placed the little ring against the head of his cock and locked eyes with Ryan.
“With your mouth,” he told her.
Wow, okay, that was also really flipping hot.
Everything about the look on his face was so commanding, so in control. A slight bulge of the muscle in his jaw the only indication that he wasn’t quite as calm as he was giving off. The urge to see him break even slightly was strong.
“While lying down or on my knees?” She cocked her head to the side and bit her bottom lip like she was imagining all the possibilities.
“Oh, definitely on your knees.” Ryan’s nostrils flared as she got off the bed and dropped to her knees beside him. The condom sat precariously resting on the tip of his penis. Peyton looked up at him, batting her eyes, and smirked.
“Fuck,” he growled. His hand roughly wove into her hair as he wrapped the long strands around his fist. Her scalp tingled, and she winced slightly at the same time she clamped her legs together to ease the instant arousal the controlling pain brought.
Peyton kept her eyes on Ryan’s face as she ran her tongue along his cock from root to tip. He groaned. “Just fucking do it.”
She smirked. Definitely not as in control as he pretended. She wrapped her mouth around the tip of his cock, using her lips to keep control of the condom as she eased it down onto him. Ryan’s hands gripped her hair tighter.
“Jesus,” he grunted as she took him deeply into her throat to fully seat the condom.
She glided back up, then back down once.
“Enough,” he growled. “Stand up.”
Peyton did as she was told, wiping the corner of her lip with her finger
Ryan grabbed her pillows and set them on the edge of the mattress. Peyton eyed the pillows skeptically. What was he doing?
“Lie down on your stomach,” he told her. She eyed the pile of pillows again, then lay down on top of them. The mountain of pillows had her feet dangling down the bed, making it so she couldn’t touch the floor. Leaving her feeling vulnerable, exposed, and really freaking turned on.
Ryan ran his hand down the curve of her butt. The pillows elevated her to a height that was perfectly lined up with his waist.
He placed himself at her entrance and eased the tip inside. She tried to press back against him but couldn’t from her place pinned to the mattress.
He swatted her on the butt.
“Ow,” she squealed.
“Don’t be greedy.”
“I wasn’t.”
“Sure felt like it to me. I’ll tell you when you can have my cock.”
She wiggled her hips back and forth to try to entice him more. He swatted her butt again. She’d never been spanked before and unfortunately, it didn’t do much for her. Should she tell him? She glanced back over her shoulder. Screw it. He’d said he wanted to know what she liked and could handle it. “I don’t really like being spanked.”.
“No?” he asked. He pulled out. And stepped back slightly, then before she knew what he was doing he spanked her clit.
“Holy fuck,” she moaned. Fire shot from her clit through her body, pulsing and burning in the most delicious way.
“There’s my dirty girl,” he chuckled.
So much for her no swearing rule. But oh my god, why did that feel like that?
“I’m guessing you don’t mind me spanking your pussy.” He didn’t so much ask as tell her she liked it and he wasn’t wrong.
