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I nodded, half-expecting Derrick to spank me again for not using my words, but he must’ve known I couldn’t form anything coherent at the moment because the smack never came. Instead, his fingers flexed, giving me his only additional warning before he began fucking me.
Hard.
Every thrust drove the air from my lungs, made my cells vibrate and nerves sing. He stretched me so wide and went so deep that I felt like he might tear me in half, but the white-hot pleasure coursing through me made it think it might’ve been worth it.
Except even as my body felt as if it couldn’t take another second of the near-brutal pounding, a part of me knew that he wouldn’t give me anything I couldn’t handle. Still, with every stroke pushing me closer and closer to my limit – at least for right now – I could feel myself reaching the edge.
“Come for me, baby,” Derrick ordered. “I need to feel you come on my cock.”
I’d read books where women came on command, and I’d never really believed it could happen, but there was something about the tone of his voice, combined with all of the physical sensations overwhelming me…
I came and the world grayed out around me.
“Shhh…easy…”
Derrick’s voice brought me back, my body quivering as he stroked his hands over my spine. My breath was still coming hard and fast, my head a rush of noise, chaos, and emotion while my skin felt too hot, too thin, too stretched for everything inside me. Between my legs, I felt raw, almost bruised, and the skin of my ass burned. My shoulders and neck ached, but I suddenly realized that my hands were free, and my arms dropped to my sides. I slumped to the bed, boneless.
Something cool and damp stroked between my legs, and I squirmed. “What are you….”
“Just wiping you off,” he murmured.
“I’d rather you didn’t!” Embarrassment washed over me, and I tried to move away, but my body wouldn’t obey me.
I started shaking, the rush of heat that had permeated my every pore only moments ago draining out.
“Here.”
I didn’t have a chance to look up before something soft and warm wrapped around me. Then Derrick pulled me onto his lap, cradling me in his arms as I shivered, surprised at the chill setting in.
“It’s just the aftereffects of the adrenaline fading away,” he explained softly before brushing his lips over my temple. “The first time is the worst because you don’t know how to handle it or what to expect. Just breathe…it will ease up in a few minutes.”
Breathing was the only thing I could do other than lay limp against him. He kept murmuring to me, hands moving over my back, shoulders, and thighs everywhere he could reach. Even though the blanket kept him from touching bare skin, the friction and pressure was soothing.
Bit by bit, the chills settled, and he nuzzled my neck. “Are you okay?”
“I’m not sure that’s the word,” I said, my voice raspy.
I suddenly remembered screaming his name during my climax.
I could feel him smile against me. Then he eased me off his lap, knocking the blanket off my legs. It was too cold after the warmth of his body, but it felt awkward to reach for him.
“I’m going to get you some water. I’ll be right back.” He brushed my hair back.
Water sounded wonderful, so I curled my knees to my chest and winced as muscles pulled and the blanket rubbed against several tender areas.
My lids felt heavy, and I actually started to drift off, but the bed gave way beneath me, and Derrick was back. “Here, baby. Drink this.”
I took the water, startled by how clumsy and weak my hand felt, but when he tried to help, I shook my head.
“I can drink a glass of water on my own,” I snapped. Immediately, I flushed, not sure why I was so…irritable.
Derrick didn’t look concerned. He just waited, and when I was done with the water, he took the glass and leaned forward to put it on the table. He took my hand, lifted it to his lips, then froze.
“You bruise easily.”
Confused, I looked down and gasped at the mottled markings on my wrists. My cheeks burned hot, and he looked up and met my gaze. Something soft hovered in the back of his eyes for a moment before it vanished.
“As fair as you are, I should have expected as much. We’ll have to be more careful in the future.” He spoke matter-of-factly as he reached for something next to him. I swallowed, my heart fluttering nervously, although I wasn’t sure what caused the nerves—probably the,in the futurereference.