"You like that, don't ya?" I palm her butt.
She bucks again and I lean more of my weight on her. I am using my superior strength to overpower her, exactly what she'd accused me of doing earlier. Well, good. I am confirming her already-low opinion of me, right? I snicker.
She turns to glare at me, "You're looking for an excuse to spank me."
"Oh?"
She nods, "Couldn’t bear the idea that a woman had gotten the better of you."
I squeeze her butt cheek and she shudders.
"Go on," I bare my teeth, "why did you stop?"
"If you wanted to touch me, you only had to—"
I raise my hand and she winces.
"You were saying?" I ask.
"That...that...if you wanted to make love to me, you only had to ask—ow!"
My palm connects with her backside and she huffs.
I raise my hand, slap her other butt cheek.
She cries out, "It hurts, you oaf."
"Good." I spank her first butt cheek again and the other, and the first, then the other.
"Ow, ow," she screams again, aaaand my cock engorges. She wriggles her body, tries to pull away, and the friction against my shaft is so fucking sweet. A groan rips out of me. I increase the intensity of my spanking, alternating between her arse cheeks.
She grabs hold of my leg, grinds her clit into my thigh. The blood drains to my groin and all of my senses hone in on her.
"Fuck, Gigi, I want you."
I stop, and her entire body quivers. The redness of my palm prints stands out against the curve of her butt. I bend, kiss the wounded skin. She moans, and my heart stutters.
I stand up with her in my arms, then turn and lower her to her arms and knees onto the bed.
"Hold on."
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That's all the warning he gives me, before he lines up his dick against the entrance to my soaking wet channel.
"Saint."
He pistons his hips and slams his cock all the way inside of me.
His balls slaps against my tender flesh; pin pricks of pain dance up my spine. My thighs tremble; his grip on me tightens. Vibrations radiate from the point of contact. A melting sensation coils deep inside of me.
"Saint," I groan.
"I know." The words are strained. He stays there, with me impaled on his shaft. A second. Another. His cock throbs, stretching me, as my pussy adjusts to the intrusion.
"You ready, Gigi?"
Even before I can nod, he pulls out, then thrusts forward. My entire body jerks.
A tingling sensation sweeps up my legs. I curve my back, thrust back, trying to take more of him inside. More. I need more.
"P-please," I stutter.
"What?"
"Please take me, Saint."
A growl rips from him. He begins to fuck me in earnest, and I meet his every thrust, pushing back with my hips, digging my knees into the bed for purchase.
"You're so damn tight. Even after all these weeks, I can't get enough of you. You're a witch, Gigi. You've completely undone me."
His words send vibrations of heat swirling in my belly. Everything in me is focused on him, on how he's buried inside of me. On the pulsing, seething, aching hollow that he leaves inside of me each time he pulls back. "It's not enough," I gasp. "I want..."
"Tell me." he growls. "Tell me what you need."
"I need—" I widen my knees, then reach back between my legs and squeeze his balls.
His dick jumps inside me, lengthening even further. He groans, then pulls out completely.
I whine, "What are you doing—?"
He flips me over, plants himself between my thighs. The bed dips, as he plants one knee, then the other, on the bed.
I open my mouth to demand what he's doing, and squeak when he guides his cock to my trembling opening.
I glance down at the sight of his shaft poised to enter me... Holy shit! It's the hottest thing I have ever seen. I gasp, draw in a breath, then scream as he buries himself inside of me—full, complete. The trembling screeches up my spine. the blood drums in my temples, and my vision wavers. "Saint," I whisper, "I am going to come."
"Don't you dare, Gigi."
His voice is fierce.
He drags his hands up the backs of my thighs, loops my ankles over his shoulders.
He pulls back, then slams inside me again, and the sensation of his gorgeous thickness filling me, stretching me... My God! I'll never be the same after this. Fucking, love-making... Whatever name I may give it... It’s a primal meeting of our flesh, our souls. Something knotted inside of me dissolves. The climax bubbles up, waves of tension ebbing, then flowing forward. "Saint," I choke, "I can't..."
"You can," he growls.
The fullness inside me pushes up, needing wanting, demanding that I give in to it.
"Saint," I whisper.
"Eyes on me," he snaps. I jerk my gaze up to his, and the force of those blue eyes pins me in place. My chest hurts and a pressure builds at the backs of my eyes.
His lips kick up, a fierce smile lighting up his face.
"You're beautiful," the words spill out of me.
His smile widens and his gaze intensifies. "And you're mine."
"Yours." I nod.
"Come with me." He thrust forward and my orgasm overpowers me. I arch my back, open my mouth, and hear the sound of someone wailing. That's me, I know, but I can't stop myself. Tears blur my vision and I collapse, as he comes inside of me. I hear his harsh groan from somewhere above me. He slips down to cover my shaking body with his, his face nestled against my breast.
We stay in that position for a few seconds...maybe minutes. He anchors me as my body quakes and tears stream down my cheeks. Finally, my breathing steadies, mirrors his. I sense his heart thudding against my chest. His weight on me grows heavy, my limbs protest, but I don't say anything. This...whatever this is...it’s different.
Does he realize how things have subtly shifted between us?
He stirs, then moves onto his back, pulling me on top—and wow, he's still inside of me. I
