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“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“I’m begging you to move,” he groans. “Put me out of my misery, Lila.”
I lift up just a little, dropping on his cock as the slap of skin rings through the air. “Like that?”
“You’re being a brat again,” he says through gritted teeth.
A breathy laugh escapes me. “I think you like it.”
“Yeah?” He grips my hips with both hands, his molten gaze tilting up to find mine. “I think you like being one.”
The sharp smack takes me by surprise—slightly harder than the others, but that could be because it’s bare skin. Whatever I’d been about to say dies on my tongue as a garbled moan tumbles past my lips, my pussy clenching hard around the throbbing weight of his cock that’s buried inside me.
“Ian.”
“Like that?” he says, echoing me. “You like that, sweet girl?”
My movements are instinctual now, my body lifting from his cock without thought before slamming back down as I nod frantically. “Do it again.”
“Yeah?” Another loud crack rings through my bedroom as his palm lands against the rounded curve of my ass, making it tremble as I start to find an actual rhythm. “You want me to spank the brat out of you?”
“Need it,” I sigh. “Need you.”
“You have me, sweetheart,” he coos, landing another smack. “You’ve got all of me.”
My head falls back when he tilts up his hips, bracing his feet on the mattress beneath us to gain some leverage as he starts meeting my thrusts.
“It’s too much,” he groans. “You feel too fucking good.”
“Don’t stop,” I plead in a low whine. “Please don’t stop.”
“Not until I feel you come on this cock,” he grates. “Want to feel your sweet little pussy soaking me.”
For the love of all that’s holy—praise be to the dirty talk gods.
“Then fuck me harder,” I tell him, sounding out of breath and much less teasing than I intend. “I can take it.”
Another smack to the ass for my efforts, and I actually tremble.
“So fucking beautiful,” he mumbles, his thumb dipping between my legs again to circle the throbbing button of my clit. “Need to see you come. Can you come for me? Wanna feel you.”
“Right there,” I whimper. “Keep touching me.”
His hips slam into me harder now, bouncing me on his cock and shaking the entire bed with the force of his efforts, and I have to actually hold on to his waist just to keep myself steady. I feel that hot pressure building between my legs, hurtling toward the precipice of something earth-shattering.
“You’re getting so tight,” he gasps. “So fucking tight. Are you close?”
I nod quickly, eyes shut tight as I chase after the orgasm that is right there. “Yes, just—Don’t stop. Keep—Right there, I—Holy fucking shit, I—”
My entire body curls inward when I come, my forehead resting against Ian’s chest as I shiver and shake. His still-thrusting cock means that it goes on and on and on, so much so that it almost feels like dying, but in the very best way.
Little death is right.
I’m still shaking when I feel his rhythm falter, his hips stuttering and his arms coming around me to hold me tight as he fucks into the wet mess he’s made, his lips resting against my forehead, his breath washing against my skin there.
“Fuck. Fuck, Lila.”
He gets so tense beneath me, when he comes undone, his fingers clutching me so tightly I imagine there might be bruises tomorrow, but I want that. I want the reminder of what we’ve done. I want the proof that this is fucking real.
