Page 107 of Love Me

“You like me spanking you?” he asks as he covers my pussy with his palm. He can feel how wet I’ve become.

“Answer me!” he demands before smacking me again.

I can’t answer because his next hit steals my breath.

“More,” is all I can get out.

I grip the sheets tightly, almost pulling them from the bed. Every smack of his causes a wave of energy to crash through me, heightening my body’s drive to come.

“Please,” I call out.

“Please, what?”

“I need you inside of me,” I tell him in between pants.

All kinds of relief fill me when I hear ruffling sounds behind me. I hope that means he’s removing his clothes, but I don’t dare turn around. The idea of him stopping for even a moment will cause me to pass out from pure agony.

“Is this what you wanted?” he asks before slamming himself inside of me.

I throw my head back while my mouth falls open. A silent scream emanates from me. I’m already half breathless. But when Diego’s hand presses against the back of my head, forcing the top half of my body down against the bed, the rest of my air is stolen.

He’s absolutely relentless as he plunges in and out of my sopping wetness. His hand moves to the back of my neck, holding me down as if I could move even if I wanted to.

I groan and bite the sheets. His free hand curls around my hip so tight that I know that I’ll have his mark on me tomorrow morning. That knowledge alone causes me to grow wetter.

Or it could be the result of the way Diego’s pounding my pussy relentlessly.

Either way, my toes curl on their own, and before I know it, a blinding orgasm rips through me. For a short while it feels as if my body is levitating from the bed. I don’t feel anything beneath me. I’m wrapped up in the wave of this orgasm and Diego’s all-encompassing want for me.

This has to be what pure bliss feels like.

When I can’t take much more, the emotion begins to ebb. I’m slowly released from the web of bliss back onto the softness of the plush bed beneath my body.

I can’t see anything. It takes almost a minute for me to realize that my eyes are closed. Slowly, I open them and meet Diego’s dark glare staring down at me. His lips are twisted in worry.

“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice hoarse.

I’m on my back, the lower half of his body next to me while his top half hovers over me.

“I was rougher than I planned. I’m so—”

I raise up and cup the back of his head, bringing our lips to touch. I kiss the apology back down his throat. I can’t bear to hear it. Not in this state.

I tell him with the kiss that there’s nothing for him to apologize for.

“I need you again.” I know he’s up for it. I can feel his cock poking into the side of my thigh. I wonder if he even reached his climax.

“You’re going to be sore in the morning,” he says like that’s a bad thing.

“So?” I run my fingers through the soft hairs of his beard.

A low growl starts in his throat. He doesn’t move, though.

I move my hand to his hair and start twining one of his curls around my finger. The growl becomes louder. In seconds, he’s climbing on top of me again.

My one hope is that he doesn’t regret what we’ve done in the morning.

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