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Climax smashes through me with abrupt power, hitting me like a wrecking ball, crashing through me and tearing a scream from my lips. I can’t move, paralyzed by it—he does it for me, for us, continuing to slam into me, and his fingers take over as mine clutch at his chest with clawed strength, and he keeps me coming until I break with a gasp.

I still on him, his cock sunk deep.

He just gazes at me, fierce and wild. “My turn.”

And he throws me off him, toppling me to the bed. I land on my side, and he pounces, rolling me to my back and grabbing my jaw to seize a searing kiss. “Remember what I promised you? In the orangery?”

I can’t think straight. “No?”

“About how I would fuck you, given the chance?”

“Ohhh,” I breathe. “You told me…you told me you would take me from behind and spank me. And…something else. I don’t remember.” I reach for him, cup his balls and massage them. “I can’t remember the other because the first thing you said sounded so good.”

He kisses me again, and then pulls away. “Show me how you want it, Corinna.”

I just stare up at him, defiant. “Make me.”

He laughs, a dark growl. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

He grabs me by the hips and flips me to my belly. His hands carve down my back from shoulders to waist, soft and smooth and gentle, and then he frames my ass in both hands. Caresses it.

Smack!

I cry out at the unexpected slap that leaves my ass cheek stinging. Before I can catch my breath—smack!He’s spanked the other side.

“That hurt!” I whimper.

“Want me to stop?” His tone makes it a challenge.

I pause, think. Shake my head. “No.”

Smack!The first side again. The stinging burn soaks through me—soaks my pussy with desire. Dear lord. The next spank I’m ready for, and it still shocks me. He’s not being gentle—this is real, loud, resounding spanking—hard.

I fucking love it.

Especially when he grabs my hips and jerks them up and back, yanks me backward so my ass is in the air and my top half is pressed to the mattress. Kneels behind me, grips himself and nuzzles my opening with his cock, teasing it against my lips, feathering it in light circles until I moan and move my hips, seeking it.

“Please, Apollo,” I beg. “Please. Let me have it.”

He groans at my words, and sinks into me as if he can’t resist my plea. As he drives in, he spanks me again—smack-smack!One side and the other in immediate turn. He pulls back, palms soothing where he’s smacked my ass cheeks. Then he thrusts in hard and spanks me again. Just one side, this time. And the next thrust, the other side.

I touch myself. I can’t help it—it’s so hot, so erotic, so wild and dirty that I justneedto. It only heightens the pleasure I get each time he fucks into me with a hard slap to my ass.

Faster, now.

Each thrust a spank, and with each spank I circle my clit with my finger and I cry out, scream, wail, whimper.

I explode again—harder than I’ve ever come, the wracking intensity of it wrenching sobs out of me, tears of overwhelmed ecstasy trailing down my cheeks as I thrust back against him, wild and crazed.

“Apollo!”

He growls. “Corinna, my god, Corinna.”

“Come with me, Apollo,” I cry. “Right now, comewithme.”

His hands cradle my ass, now, and hold me, pull me backward, and his thrusts seem to…stagger. As if he can’t control them anymore. A thrust deep, and a groan…and then he’s lost and out of control, slamming into me hard and fast, hips slapping against my tender ass as he drives himself to his climax.

I’m still coming.