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“Good girl.”
He hit me again in the same place, making my cheek sting.
“Two.”
His next slap hit where my ass joined my thigh, and it hurt like hell.
“Three.”
The next few blurred into one as my body felt like it was one giant nerve. I tried to count, but it was hard to concentrate.
“You good, Sugar?”
I nodded.
“I need words.”
He pushed against my puckered hole again and the shot of pleasure seemed to ground me back into the moment.
“Yes, sir.”
“There she is. You’re doing so well. We’re on eight. Let me hear you count and remember, you can use your safe word.”
“Yes, sir.”
He pushed two fingers inside my pussy, pumping a few times before he took them out, slapping me hard, making more tears spill down my cheeks.
“Eight,” I counted, my voice cracking in my throat as my ass burned.
“Nine, ten.” The slaps no longer hurt, each one now adding to the raging pleasure that surged through me.
“Eleven.” Arousal dripped out of me.
The final strike was hard and fast and as I counted, he plunged his fingers inside me, pushing his thumb to my ass with the perfect amount of pressure.
“Come for me, Sugar. You did so well. You deserve your reward.”
The orgasm that erupted was unlike anything I’d ever felt. It was so intense I lost the ability to think, to cry out, to scream his name. Pleasure stole everything from me, leaving more space for it to spread and engulf me.
Coming down from my high, I realized that Marshall had moved me, so I was kneeling on the sofa, my arms braced against the back. I was so wet that he slipped inside me easily, setting off another orgasm.
“Oh fuck, Sugar.”
My head fell forward.
“I’ve got you. Hold on tight. I’m going to make you come so hard.”
I just about managed to nod, my body not feeling like my own anymore. Marshall gathered my hair in his hand and tugged hard, pulling me up against him.
He held onto my hair while his other hand wrapped around my waist and his hips began pistoning into me. My oversensitive body couldn’t cope and I came again, but it didn’t seem to stop and the harder he thrust, the more I seemed to come as I wept because I wanted more and less all at the same time. My release dripped from me as he whispered beautiful words in my ear that made me feel cared for while he fucked me without restraint.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, Marshall rubbed my red ass cheeks and told me how perfect I was for him and I came again, squirting all over him and the sofa, my clit hurting with the intensity of my orgasm. Marshall found his release, twisting my head, kissing me like his life depended on it before I slumped in his arms, a sobbing, spent mess.
He slipped out of me and lifted me into his arms, bridal style, kissing away my tears. “Fuck, Sugar, that was so fucking hot. Are you okay?”
“Yes, sir.”
He let out a small laugh. “No more sir. Just Marshall.”
