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Longing panged inside me as I obeyed, my lips stretching wide to accommodate him. The head of his cock butted up against the back of my throat. He withdrew, and I groaned, but before I could follow him, he tightened his hand in my hair.
“My way, Tina.” He thrust again, slowly, carefully.
Rolling my eyes up to glare at him, I used the edge of my teeth on the underside of his cock, just enough.
He growled at me.
I did it again.
He pushed both hands into my hair. “You really are feeling bratty, aren’t you, baby? Fine…show me how deep you can take it.”
He thrust back in, harder, faster.
A harsh curse tore out of him.
I grabbed his hips, ignoring his command not to touch. Then next time he went to the back of my throat, I swallowed and tightened my grip on him. James shuddered and the knowledge I’d made his control so shaky was the sweetest aphrodisiac ever.
I didn’t have long to enjoy the power.
He pulled away, too quick, and spun me around, one hand going to my neck, he forced me down to the padded cushion.
Then he was inside me, hitching my hips up and driving in—hard and fast.
I cried out, the sound muffled against the padded cushion beneath us.
James swatted my right cheek.
He filled me, again, so thick and huge and rough, it should hurt, but it was delicious and perfect.
I came with a ragged cry too soon.
James didn’t. He went still, panting, his cock pulsing, thick inside me.
I wanted to melt into the cushion, my muscles lax.
But he wasn’t done.
“You were beingverybratty earlier, Tina…and you just made it worse, pet.”
He stroked me between the cheeks of my ass, fingers slick and cold.
By the time he’d finished preparing me with the lubricant, I was shaking all over, and as ready as I’d been before he made me come so hard.
“Reach back,” James said. “Hold yourself open for me. I want to watch, Tina.”
Panting, I did as he’d ordered, feeling exposed and vulnerable.
He stroked his finger into me, then added a second.
My face flamed at the thought of him watching, the flush spreading until my entire body was burning.
“Are you blushing, Tina?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Hmmm. Blushing because I’m fucking your ass with my fingers…and watching?”
I nodded.