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"Yes." She sucked in her breath, her face burning bright red.

"Really?" I fought the grin that attempted to curve my mouth.

"Yes." She shuddered, her breath hitching with it.

"Has anyone ever spanked you before?" My hand cracked against her tight ass a little harder that time and she squeaked while shaking her head. "Well, look at that…" I yanked her hips up toward me, forcing her onto her knees. "I've learned a lot about you today."

"Oh my God," she choked out, hiding her face in the pillows again.

"Still want it?" I pressed the tip of the thick, black dong against her soaked pussy, tapping her clit a few times.

"Yes." She moaned, her legs trembling as she fought to hold herself up.

"Good." I didn't make her wait any longer before I plowed into her.

Nora's shouts echoed off the walls as I took her, hard and fast, without sparing her any time to breathe. She clawed at the blankets, screamed into the pillows, and I fucked her like she wanted, like she'd asked for a dozen times over. The way she sought in others so often that made me angry, possessive, and tired from worrying.

As expected, she came in hard, deep rotations and I kept her hanging in it, urging further and further into the pits of pleasure that I knew she craved. I flipped her over, and took her in missionary with the same intensity, save for my thumb attacking her clit along with it.

Only when she fell limply under me, on her back with her hands braced on my stomach, did I slow down when her shuddering body collapsed. Her eyes held open half-lidded as she gasped for breath. Her body twitched and quaked every time I slammed into her, her mouth hanging open with her desperation. She clenched her teeth, her back arching as she climaxed a final time, so hard that the veins in her neck bulged. Sweat trickled down her brow, and her guttural moans cracked under the stress.

Shaky hands touched her face and mouth, as tears tumbled down her cheeks. I withdrew from her then, holding myself above her as she melted into the bliss. She was liquid in my palms when I held her, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"Caroline," she whispered my name on the tails of a sob.

"Right here." I gathered her to me, curling her up against my chest to hold her. "I'm here."

Finally, her body relaxed, softening her features when her head dropped to my shoulder. A sense of peacefulness surrounded her, dangling in the emotional space where I ached to bring all my girls. Most importantly, I wanted Nora to be there. Her soft palm rested on my chest while I held her, my lips pressed to her forehead.

No other words made their way to our lips, and Nora let me cuddle her, allowed me to take care of her in her most vulnerable position. In my arms, her smooth, sweet expression spoke only of the succor caused by our connection, and that was all I could ever ask for.