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When I came back to myself his lips were gently brushing over where he spanked me. I stayed perfectly still, too afraid if I moved he’d stop.
“You good?”
“Yeah.” I smiled.
I was positive it was a drunken smile and not just because my “yeah” was slurred. I felt sloshed, like that time Stella plied me with wine to get her intel.
Easton’s lips left my behind and skimmed up my back, pausing only to press a few small kisses here and there. Then he twisted to his side, taking me with him so my back was to his front, and he molded himself around me.
Nice.
It was then I felt it, or actually didn’t feel what I thought I’d feel against my butt when he pulled me tight.
“What about…”
Nope. I couldn’t ask. Not even after all he’d done to me, that now included him spanking me, could I find a way past my embarrassment to ask if he was going to finish.
“What about what?” he asked softly.
When I still didn’t answer he gave me a squeeze.
How was it, I could sit down with mob bosses and negotiate territory knowing that each and every person in the room was armed and dangerous and I could end up riddled full of bullets at one wrong move, but I couldn’t ask why he was cuddling with me and no longer hard?
Instead of verbalizing my question I wiggled my ass into his groin.
“Greedy,” he murmured into my hair.
“Greedy?”
“Baby, I had a sweet orgasm not even an hour ago and pulled three from you. Just rode you hard, pulled another out of you, which I have to say was way fucking sweeter than the first three if the way your pussy was clutching at my dick is anything to go by, or the way you were leaking down my balls. Just came harder than I’ve ever come in my life. You want more, I’m happy to oblige, but I’m gonna need a few minutes to rally.”
Ohmigod.
He thought I wanted more.
“It wasn’t three, it was two,” I shared.
Though it possibly wasn’t the truth. I either had three or one of them was just really long.
“Baby, it was three. You don’t think I can feel you when you come?”
Wait.
What?
“You can feel it?”
I felt him start to shake.
Was he laughing?
“Yeah, I can feel it.”
“Are you laughing?”
“Shit yeah.”
And he was. Not only was his body shaking, his voice was vibrating with hilarity, and it had now become audible.
