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“Do you like it when I’m in control, poppyseed?” His hand squeezes my wrists.
All I can do is nod. His voice has taken on a new quality that is doing all sorts of things to me. It’s deep and commanding, and I’m wondering where this is going.
“Good girl.” He leans down and lifts me into his arms. I love how easily he can lift me up and throw me around. From the second he threw me over his shoulder that day and plopped me up on his horse like I weighed no more than a feather, there was a part of me that knew I was a fucking goner.
He kisses me the entire way up to his bedroom before tossing me on his bed. I bounce a couple of times, and then he’s on me, undressing me like it’s his only mission in life. Within seconds, I’m naked on the bed, and he’s tugging his shirt over his head in my favorite way. God, it’s sexy when he does it in one fell swoop.
I scoot toward the headboard, getting comfortable as he watches me. When I spread my thighs, he stands there frozen, licking his lips while I begin to play with myself. I’m already wet, my body ready for our night of fun together.
Rhett walks over to his closet and disappears for a second. I stop playing and rise up on my elbows, trying to get a look at what he’s doing. And when he finally walks back out, there’s a long black rope in his hands. My pussy clenches with excitement.
“Oh, how cliché,” I tease. “A cowboy who likes to play with rope.”
“Poppy,” he says, a wicked smile playing across his lips. “Shut up and put your hands on the headboard.”
I do as I’m told, and he ties my hands together before attaching the rope to the headboard. A thrill runs through me from being at his mercy like this. Testing the rope, I realize he’s tied it tight enough that I can’t move, but if I wanted to slip free, I probably could. That makes me feel a bit better.
“This okay, Poppy?” he asks as he unbuttons his jeans. The white band of his boxers peeks out, and I lick my lips. God, his body is perfect. I love everything about it. From the dark hair on his chest and stomach to the sharp angles of his hips that point downward to his giant cock. Fuck, he’s a work of damn art.
I nod.
“Words.”
I roll my eyes. “Yes, it’s fine.”
He tsks me. “That’s gonna cost you. Any bit of attitude I see tonight earns that ass a hard whack.”
“Promises, promises.” I roll over and wiggle my ass into the air, testing and teasing him.
He wastes no time, and his hand lands hard on my ass cheek, making me yelp into the pillow. When he swings again, landing on the other cheek, that pain turns to pleasure. Never fancied myself as this type of girl, but I love the little bites of pain he gives me, especially when he’s all moody and in control like he is now.
“I’m going to make good on the promise I made earlier this week,” he says, kicking the rest of his clothes off. I watch him as he climbs onto the bed, and then he’s behind me, kneeling between my legs and spreading my cheeks.
“Which is?” I ask, a bit breathless. I love it when he’s so blatant whilelookingat me. His thumbs press into my lips and tease my entrance. He blows cool air across my slit, and I can’t help but push back toward him. I’m desperate for his touch.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard and so deep that this bed cracks the damn drywall.”
I groan. Fuck, the mouth on this man. It makes me impossibly wet, and he notices. His fingers tease me, sliding between my folds and collecting my slickness before circling my clit. It pulls a whimper from my lips, and he chuckles as those two fingers sink inside of me.
“You are a needy little thing, aren’t you, poppyseed?”
“Fuck.” I moan when he curls those thick digits inside of me. He finds my spot with ease, curling against it and throwing me violently toward the edge.
“That’s it.” He smacks my ass with his free hand and then massages the sore flesh. “Be loud for me, Poppy. We have the house to ourselves, and I intend on making you scream until you’re hoarse.”
“Jesus Christ!” I shout out when he adds another finger while his thumb circles my clit. I’m stretched and full and so fucking close. I scream his name along with some expletives as he continues his assault on my pussy.
“Say my name,” he demands as he smacks me again. “Say my fucking name, Poppy.”
“Rhett!” I shout, my pussy spasming against his fingers. They keep going, pulling every ounce of pleasure from my body. My legs are shaking, and I’m struggling to keep myself up.
“Again,” he commands, spanking mehardthis time. That sharp sting goes right to my clit, and it’s painful, but fuck if I’m not comingagain.
“Rhett! Fuck!”
“That’s right, baby. So fucking sexy. I love hearing my name on those pretty lips.”
He slows his thrusting, and the mattress dips as he readjusts himself. I’m too out of it to realize what he’s doing before his hands grab my hips, and he yanks my pussy down onto his face. He’s lying on his back beneath me, and he gives me long, slow licks.
