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“I’m overwhelmed,” she said, a pang of nervousness in her voice.
He halted, still inside of her. “Are you enjoying it?”
Is Saturn a planet?“Yes. I’m loving it.” Loving… you. Her throat clogged, and she clamped her lips together. If she let herself go, then what would come after?
“Good. Because there’s more to come… but first, I’ll punish you for being a bad girl and not staying with me.”
She glanced over her shoulder, and saw a hungry, primeval look on his face. Desire flooded her, and she clenched her inner muscles. He winced. He must have felt it, too. “How?”
Cowardly, she turned her head to face the sheets. This was the twenty-first century. She was an independent, successful adult who—
Smack. His palm landed on her ass. The other time, he’d warned her with a touch, a massage. Now, he slapped her hard and honest. “This is for being distracted.”
Smack. Another one. Her skin seared, and a ripple of pleasure swept over her. “This one is for sucking my cock so well, I lost control and came in your sexy mouth.”
What? Is he just looking for a reason to slap me?
Smack.“And this one…” he started, but his voice trailed off.
She moaned.
He resumed stirring inside her, faster, deeper. She couldn’t last long. Somehow his domineering ways aroused her beyond control.
Her body started to crash and her climax neared. She didn’t even have to warn him—he intensified the rhythm, slamming into her to the hilt, his heavy balls slapping her hard. “Oh God. Yes. Yes.”
She closed her eyes and let the spasms take her to a world of lightness. Every part of her seared, trembled, rejoiced. It took her a few seconds—probably longer, time shifted into a foreign concept—before she exhaled and regrouped.
She looked around, and reality dawned on her. He still pulsed inside her. He hadn’t come. Oh.
Was she going to get another spanking for coming? A part of her almost wanted one.
“Ready for another round, mi querida?”
“Which round is this?” she asked.
He gave a bark of laughter. “Not the last one I guarantee you.”
What did that mean? Would they still make love later, or the next day? The questions darted at her, but she willed them away. When she jumped in bed with him, she wasn’t sure what to expect.
But now… as their bodies connected, the sweat glistened on her body, and the scent of sex swirled in the air… they were born to share intimacy. A bed. A life.
He plunged into her. Desire hit at the core.
He pulled her up until she stood on her knees. To avoid falling, she held onto the corner post. He stayed inside her, and the sense of completion cloaked her like a piece of clothing. She let her head fall to his neck, and he roughly pulled her hair so he could lock their mouths. His tongue teased hers, and she matched his demands, stroke by stroke.
Fire coiled low in her stomach. With the other hand, he caressed her breasts. At first, fondling them, then he circled her nipples until they were as taut as diamonds. Man… he was going in for the kill.
“Santiago… this is so hot. I don’t think I can last long.” She managed to whisper in between his toe curling kisses.
“You will last as long as I want.”
God. She was too turned on to be combative, her breath coming in small pants. The man kept kissing her, screwing her, and playing with her… oh. His head slid lower on her body, and he nudged her thighs apart a little so he could stick his finger in.
He flicked her clit with his long deft finger.
Then, he brought his finger to her mouth, and offered it to her. She licked it up and down, sucking it like she had done to his cock. “Lick yourself, mi amada. Taste the sweet cream that drives me crazy for more.”
She felt rather than heard his intake of breath, and realized he had to be at the brink of orgasm, too.
“Come for me, babe.”
She was letting go, as he intensified his thrusts… and, started to play with her anal passage. Hell, she’d been warned. Why back out now?
Still flicking her clit that was about to explode from sensorial overload, much like herself, he plunged his finger into her hole.
Her world burst into a kaleidoscope of colors and sensations. Santiago convulsed behind her, the guttural sound from his throat sliced the air. For several moments, her body shook—first fiercely, a possessed entity. Then, calmly, as her breathing slowed, but her heart… still pounded in her ears.
She was exhausted. Scooting on the bed was like finishing a strenuous work out session, her arms heavy and bones overworked. He covered her and helped her adjust on the bed. Sighing, she closed her eyes. “Santiago…” she whispered.
He planted a small kiss on her shoulder. “Go to sleep. We’ll talk tomorrow.”
