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"Yes, please, Sir. Fuck me, Sir," she begs as she pushes her ass back against me.
I spank her ass, and she gasps, arching in the perfect most fuckable pose. Her pussy tightens around my cock and I'm nearly undone, but I'm a man on a fucking mission.
I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to hold on to my release just a little bit longer.
"Do you want to come, my angel?"
She whimpers as she claws at the couch, a clear indicator she's close. "Y-yes, Sir."
"Beg me to let you come."
"Please, Sir. Please let me come. Fuck me. Spank me. Anything. Just allow me to--"
I reach back and give her ass a hard slap, and she cries out.
"Such a good girl. I'm going to let you come now."
"Thank you, Sir. Oh, fuck, thank you, Sir."
I pump in and out of her as fast and hard as I can, giving her exactly what she's so desperate to take.
I thrust into her a few more times before I tighten my hand on her hips and release inside the most perfect pussy I've ever experienced. Her cunt tightens even more around my cock, and I know she's going to come again.
I hear her cries and watch the orgasm roll over her body, and I know that I'm, without a doubt, lost to her.
For the first time–ever–I wish I were somewhere more intimate. More private. Like in my bedroom, not a BDSM club.
I suddenly hate all the structure that allows a safe distance between partners. Allows for exits and endings. I don’t want to walk Taylor back to her car at the end of the night, give her a kiss and tell her to send me the bill for her car.
“I changed my mind,” I say, attempting to sound in control when my body feels anything but. “One night is not enough to cover what you owe me.”
“What?”
“I need more of you.”
I’m telling her. There’s no choice. No option. And as her body collapses beneath me, her breath escaping her pouty lips in gasps, I don’t believe she’s going to argue.
Chapter 6
Taylor
“Don’t even think about getting dressed,” Marco growls at me from his bed. He’s naked and glorious—all cut muscle with a tattoo of a snake and flowers winding around one shoulder.
After declaring he needed more of me last night at Sins, he brought me home where we had a second round of the hottest sex of my life.
Now we’ve just finished round three and I’m coming back from using the bathroom.
I drop his T-shirt back on the floor. “Yes, Sir.”
“Mmm,” he rumbles, reaching for me. “You are such a good little submissive, aren’t you?” He tugs me over his body.
I fall on top of him, laughing. My body is buzzing—warm, and sated from all the attention he’s given it.
He holds the back of my head and thrusts his tongue in my mouth as I squirm over him seeking pleasure when my clit finds the root of his cock. Marco’s phone buzzes from the nightstand. He ignores it, kissing me, deeply, but it buzzes again and then again.
“Sorry, angel.” He reaches for the phone. “I just need to check this.” After quickly scanning the screen, he exclaims, “Oh, damn!” but there’s a ring of joy in it.
“What?”
