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He clears his throat, giving his head a barely-there shake. I love watching him trying to compose himself, to see him off-kilter for once. But his next words tell me he's ready to take back control of this night.
"I wonder how long you would stand there, bared for everyone to see."
Damn it. One point for him, I'd say. Because I don't know how long I could stand in this spot, naked, in nothing but heels, waiting for him to let me in. But, looking at the absolute lust in his eyes, the need that's making his Adam's apple bob with his swallow, I don't think he'll leave me out here for long. So I play along.
"I wonder how long it'll be before you just looking at me isn't enough."
He arches a brow, stepping into the hallway to come closer to me. "Did you walk through the lobby like this? The elevator? The hallway? Did you let everyone see this body? Do you think they knew that you were coming up here so I could make you moan my name?"
"Maybe if you make me moan loud enough, they'll know."
He grabs my hand and yanks me into the room. I don't even get the chance to gasp because his mouth is crashing down on mine, tongue sliding into my mouth, demanding I return his wild kiss. And I do, gripping his hair so he doesn't have a choice but to kiss me harder. His beard scratches my cheeks in the best way while his hands begin to wander everywhere. On my breasts one second, one on my pussy the next as the other goes to my ass, squeezing my ass cheek so hard I break our kiss with a hiss.
He begins walking us backwards, lips moving to my neck, finger rubbing my clit in rough circles.
"Did you like standing there naked?" he asks harshly. "Your breasts, your pussy on display?"
"Yes," I breathe.
"Do you feel how fucking hard you have me?"
I can. His cock is between my thighs, rubbing against the parts of my pussy that his hand isn't covering.
"Answer me," he snaps.
"Yes, I feel it," I gasp out, his two fingers thrusting into me fast and hard.
"Do you want this cock in your mouth or your pussy first?"
"My pussy. Please." Because I need to be filled by much more than his fingers right now.
We don't make it to the bed this time. His fingers slide out of me and then the room is a blur as he spins me around. I'm quickly bending over the arm of the couch with my hands hurrying to reach out and balance myself. I barely breathe as I listen to the sound of the condom wrapper opening, then he's at my opening, pushing in, making me take every inch of him with one thrust.
"Law." His name leaves me in a strangled moan as he stretches me.
He leans over me, his mouth coming to my ear while he gives me slow, shallow strokes.
"A whore or a slut?"
"Whore. Your whore."
He stills, and I realize what I said. I can't take it back.
"What did you say?"
And I find I don't want to.
"I want you to treat me like I'm your whore."
"You sure about that, Sophie?"
"Yes."
Then his weight lifts from me, and a second later, his hands are on my hips, gripping tight enough to hurt as he slides out of me only to slam back in. He holds me right where he wants me, not even giving me the opportunity to run from him. Not that I would. He pounds into me without mercy, no rhythm, just one fast, hard thrust after the other until my head is falling forward with the orgasm I feel coming. One hand leaves my hip and then pain flares against my right ass cheek. With my gasp comes the realization that he spanked my ass. He does it again, and again. Lets go of my other hip to spank the other side.
I'm gripping the fabric of the couch, nothing but gasps and pleas under him. But not pleas for him to stop like I would have expected. Pleas for him not to. Because that pain, mixing with the pleasure every stroke of his cock is giving me, it has me right there. It has my eyes closing, my back arching for more, my pussy tightening around him because it never wants him to leave.
His hands move, one trailing up my spine until it reaches my neck, comes around to clutch my throat. He squeezes, driving into me harder, grunting, groaning.
