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She didn’t, couldn’t. She kept trying to pull his hand away even as he pounded inside her.

“Now, Macie.”

She heard the words, knew he was serious, but she was in self-preservation mode. Fight or flight was starting to kick in. It was too fucking much.

Hank shrugged off her grip and then, mercifully, his hand left her clit.

At least, she’d thought it was mercy. Big mistake.

His palm struck her ass. Hard.

It stung and she screamed, tried to pull away. It was impossible.

Hank’s cock was still buried deep, one hand gripping her shoulder, using that hold to drag her down on his upswings, adding to the pressure. With the other hand, he spanked her. When that hand got tired, he switched it up, using the right instead of the left to spank her other ass cheek.

Macie’s orgasm struck like lightning, her back arching as her entire body shook.

Hank responded this time, his own climax following hers. He slowed his pace, slamming in just three more times as she milked him dry.

She felt the jets of come as they filled her, the sensation novel, different, new. There was no condom there to catch the sticky stuff. Macie liked it.

She fell forward, completely lifeless until Hank slowly withdrew. His departure provoked a shudder and he claimed the spot next to her on the bed. Her head was turned away, but she didn’t have the strength to lift it to face him. His hand rested on her sore ass.

Funny how she hadn’t registered that pain until now. During the spanking, she’d only wanted more, each hard smack traveling straight to her pussy, making her insane with need.

Macie had no idea how long they lay there. She was pretty certain she’d dozed for a bit. When she finally found the strength, she lifted her head and turned to look at him.

Hank’s eyes were open and he caught her gaze. “Okay?”

She nodded. “That was…really intense.”

Macie had expected her words to provoke a smile, but this was Hank. Those grins were few and far between. Right now, he looked far too serious. And then she recalled Sharon. Remembered this was his first time with a woman since his wife had passed away.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

“Yeah.” The word was right, but she didn’t miss the slight hesitation before he spoke it.

She leaned up on her elbow, reaching out to run her hand over his chest. It felt odd to her that despite everything they’d just done, she hadn’t had a chance to really touch him. Though it cost her to ask, she knew it would be better to find out now if he had regrets.

“Second thoughts?” she forced herself to ask.

He scowled. “Not a single one.”

Those words came quickly, making it easier for her to breathe again. “I just thought maybe…” What was it about Hank that always had her scrambling to find her words? She didn’t have this trouble with anyone else in the world. “I know you haven’t been with anyone since Sharon, so?—”

“Sharon?” He murmured the name so low she almost didn’t hear it. “Shit.”

Macie tilted her head. She didn’t understand his response. “What?”

“I wasn’t thinking about her, Macie. Not at all.”

Ah. She got it. Here, she’d been thinking he was feeling guilty for, well, not necessarily cheating on his wife, but for not being faithful to her for the rest of his life. And now poor Hank was feeling bad because he hadn’t thought of her at all.

“Sorry,” she whispered. She was making a muck of this. Then she recalled his hesitation. “What were you thinking about then? That had you looking so serious?”

Hank sat up slowly, drawing her up as well. “I was afraid I’d hurt you.”

She shook her head. “You didn’t.”