“Baby,” I whispered.
“Touch yourself,” he ordered, thrusting violent and deep, his fingers tight around my ankles.
“I’m close,” I gasped. “If I do that, I’ll come apart.”
“Touch yourself, Maddie,” he growled.
My head shook on the bed. “Baby, I—”
He pulled out, swung my legs around so he could roll me to my belly then he yanked up my h*ps so I was face down but ass up in the bed.
Then his hand cracked against my ass.
Oh God. God, God, God.
Yes.
My h*ps jerked, my ass stung, my body f**king burned.
“Touch yourself,” he demanded.
Instantly, I lifted a hand between my legs and touched myself. Within a second, I was whimpering uncontrollably.
His hand cracked against my ass again.
“Yes,” I breathed, pressing my fingers deeper, circling hard, lifting my ass to communicate I wanted more.
He gave it to me.
“Oh my God, Lo,” I moaned.
Another smack.
My head flew back. “Yes.”
Another one.
“God, Lo, yes,” I exclaimed and came, hard, my cries sharp and piercing the dark.
I kept coming even as I felt him slam into me from behind and keep doing it.
And I kept coming with his fingers wrapped tight around my hips, yanking me back hard even as he thrust in harder. I was only just coming down when he drove in, ground in and I heard his grunt of release that was so deep, I felt it vibrate through his c**k right to the heart of me.
An aftermath quiver shuddered through me just listening, not to mention feeling.
He couldn’t have come down before he pulled out, yanked me up and pressed his c**k so that he’d buried it along the crevice of my ass.
But his arms wrapped around me tight, one at my ribs, one at my chest and he shoved his face in my neck.
“You called me Lo,” he said there, his breaths labored, his voice gruff.
Suddenly uncertain, I whispered, “Yes. I’ve heard the guys call you—”
He shoved his face deeper into my skin and squeezed so powerfully with his arms, my breath left me in a gush.
“This pleases me,” he whispered back.
Thank God.