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“I thought about your hand on my ass.”
“Spanking you?” He chuckled deep in his chest. “Do you like that, little Isabella?”
I nodded vigorously. “Yes! Oh, dio, yes!”
“And?” He drew out the word before his tongue returned to my clit, circling with maddening precision while his fingers continued their relentless rhythm. Just as the tension began building again, threatening to push me over the edge, he slowed once more.
“I dreamed about your cock,” I confessed, letting go of the embarrassment. There was no place for it here. No room for anything but our bodies and minds, coming together in a beautiful collision.
“And you want it now?” He lightly bit my clit, making me scream.
“Yes! Now!”
In one swift motion, Jaxon seized my hips and flipped me onto my stomach. The sudden movement knocked the breath from my lungs, my face pressing into the pillow as he positioned himself behind me.
“Ass up,” he commanded, his voice thick with desire.
I complied eagerly, raising my hips, feeling utterly exposed and vulnerable. The cool air of the room kissed my heated skin before his palm did—a sharp, stinging slap that echoed through the room and sent a jolt of pleasure-pain racing up my spine.
“Count,” he ordered, his fingers sliding between my thighs, finding me impossibly wet.
“One,” I gasped, as two fingers plunged inside me, curling forward again to stroke that perfect spot.
Another slap landed, harder this time, the sting blooming across my flesh.
“Two,” I moaned, my voice breaking on the word as his fingers twisted inside me, wringing pleasure from every nerve ending.
“Three,” I cried out as his hand connected again, the sweet burn spreading across my skin like wildfire.
Each strike sent me higher, my body responding to his dominance with a flood of arousal that coated his fingers. By the fifth slap, I was trembling, hovering on the precipice of release.
“Please, Jaxon,” I begged, no longer caring how desperate I sounded. “I need you inside me. Now.”
His hand caressed the reddened flesh of my backside, soothing the sting before gripping my hips with bruising force. I felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance, teasing but not penetrating.
“Say it again,” he demanded, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. “Tell me how badly you need my dick filling this tight little cunt.”
“I need it so badly,” I gasped, pushing back against him. Word I never thought I would say out loud crashed from some deep, desperate place. “Please fill me up, stretch me open. I’ve been empty for too long without you.”
He growled, a primal sound that vibrated through his chest, and in one powerful thrust, buried himself to the hilt inside me. I screamed, the sudden fullness overwhelming my senses. My body stretched to accommodate his size, the delicious burn making my toes curl.
“Fuck,” he hissed through clenched teeth, his fingers digging into my hips. “Still so tight for me.”
He remained motionless for a moment, allowing me to adjust, his breathing ragged against my back. Then he withdrew almostcompletely before slamming back in, setting a punishing rhythm that had the headboard crashing against the wall.
“Is this what you wanted?” His voice was rough, each word punctuated with a hard thrust.
I screamed wordlessly into the pillow.
His laugh was a loud boom, finally exploding from his chest. It thundered through the room.
I embraced the dark, brutal sound, adding my cries to the mix.
I felt his grip tighten on my hips as he pulled me back to meet each powerful thrust. The angle sent shockwaves through my core, hitting that perfect spot inside me that made stars dance behind my closed eyelids.
“Look at me,” he commanded, one hand fisting in my hair to pull my head up from the pillow.
I twisted to meet his gaze over my shoulder, seeing the wild hunger blazing in those silver eyes. His face was a mask of controlled savagery, jaw clenched as he fought to maintain his rhythm.
