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hand leave a fiery spank along the top edge of her other ass cheek. Her cry was absorbed by the pillow she buried her head in, as he continued to rain short, firm spanks on her ass, always in what felt like a new spot. Nerves awakened and heat soaked into her skin and sunk lower to her cunt and womb. She was pressing back into the blows, anticipating and craving them, and she wondered if he was as surprised by her acceptance of this bit of love play as she was. Who knew how sexy a spanking could be? She hadn’t, but felt she’d crave it from now on.
“Beck.” Her voice was no more than a broken whisper, a plea for him to take her, to fuck her as they both wanted.
With another groan, he positioned his cock and buried himself with one hard thrust. Her cries were swallowed once more by the pillow as he rode her hard and fast. The erotic slap of skin on skin took things to a different level, probably for both of them. It’d been too long since she’d trusted a man to have sex without a condom. And taking Beck this way made her want to do the same with Asher, with Spencer. Right now.
Beck’s hands gripped her hips, holding her steady for the rapid thrusting of his hips. She swore his embrace was all that kept her from surging forward into the headboard.
“I’m going to come.” He panted the words out. “Come with me, Deja. Come with me.”
She released her death grip on the pillow and slid one hand down under her belly to where they were joined. She let her fingers brush over where he was surging inside her before pulling back to the spot she needed attention most to follow his bidding.
Her fingers rubbed over her clit, and she knew it wouldn’t take much longer before she was flying.
“Deja,” Beck moaned her name. “I’m going to come, honey,” he crooned. “Tell me now if you want me to pull out.”
He’d asked her the same thing when he was fucking her mouth. She’d give him the same answer she had then. She buried her scream of pleasure in the pillow as she came, her sex rippling and clamping down on his cock, letting him know without words where she wanted him to come.
He slammed deep, and she felt the first heated splash inside her. He pulled back and slammed in again, giving her another splash. He pressed even deeper as she felt another heated jet of semen leave him to fill her.
She could feel him shaking from the orgasm almost as much as she was. It took little prompting from him for her to ease down until she lay prone on the bed. He kept his hips pressed on top of hers but moved his chest and head to rest beside her.
“I’ll move in just a minute,” he panted out the promise. “Just give me a sec. Can’t…breathe…”
She just nodded. She swore she’d seen black dots flickering around the edges of her vision when she’d come that last time. Her legs were still shaky; though, the rest of her body was limp. She could feel a bit of a smile tugging at her lips with the knowledge he was obviously just as shaky and limp as she was.
Beck grunted as he rolled off her until he was on his back beside her. He threw one arm over his eyes and just lay there. She could hear him still working on catching his breath and felt the tug at her lips again.
“I’ll get up in a sec,” he promised again; though, he made no move to put action to words.
She leaned over and kissed his chest, tasting the salty earthy scent of his sweat on her tongue. “Who needs to move?”
“Don’t want you to wake up sticky,” he murmured, and she had little doubt he was already slipping into sleep, which was funny. Now that she’d caught her breath, she was wide awake.
She sat up beside him and patted his chest when he reached out to tug her back down beside. “I need the bathroom,” she whispered.
“There’s one right there,” he pointed toward a door she hadn’t seen.
“I’ll be back,” she said as she eased away.
He grumbled under his breath, but that was it as he kept his arm over his eyes and
“Beck.” Her voice was no more than a broken whisper, a plea for him to take her, to fuck her as they both wanted.
With another groan, he positioned his cock and buried himself with one hard thrust. Her cries were swallowed once more by the pillow as he rode her hard and fast. The erotic slap of skin on skin took things to a different level, probably for both of them. It’d been too long since she’d trusted a man to have sex without a condom. And taking Beck this way made her want to do the same with Asher, with Spencer. Right now.
Beck’s hands gripped her hips, holding her steady for the rapid thrusting of his hips. She swore his embrace was all that kept her from surging forward into the headboard.
“I’m going to come.” He panted the words out. “Come with me, Deja. Come with me.”
She released her death grip on the pillow and slid one hand down under her belly to where they were joined. She let her fingers brush over where he was surging inside her before pulling back to the spot she needed attention most to follow his bidding.
Her fingers rubbed over her clit, and she knew it wouldn’t take much longer before she was flying.
“Deja,” Beck moaned her name. “I’m going to come, honey,” he crooned. “Tell me now if you want me to pull out.”
He’d asked her the same thing when he was fucking her mouth. She’d give him the same answer she had then. She buried her scream of pleasure in the pillow as she came, her sex rippling and clamping down on his cock, letting him know without words where she wanted him to come.
He slammed deep, and she felt the first heated splash inside her. He pulled back and slammed in again, giving her another splash. He pressed even deeper as she felt another heated jet of semen leave him to fill her.
She could feel him shaking from the orgasm almost as much as she was. It took little prompting from him for her to ease down until she lay prone on the bed. He kept his hips pressed on top of hers but moved his chest and head to rest beside her.
“I’ll move in just a minute,” he panted out the promise. “Just give me a sec. Can’t…breathe…”
She just nodded. She swore she’d seen black dots flickering around the edges of her vision when she’d come that last time. Her legs were still shaky; though, the rest of her body was limp. She could feel a bit of a smile tugging at her lips with the knowledge he was obviously just as shaky and limp as she was.
Beck grunted as he rolled off her until he was on his back beside her. He threw one arm over his eyes and just lay there. She could hear him still working on catching his breath and felt the tug at her lips again.
“I’ll get up in a sec,” he promised again; though, he made no move to put action to words.
She leaned over and kissed his chest, tasting the salty earthy scent of his sweat on her tongue. “Who needs to move?”
“Don’t want you to wake up sticky,” he murmured, and she had little doubt he was already slipping into sleep, which was funny. Now that she’d caught her breath, she was wide awake.
She sat up beside him and patted his chest when he reached out to tug her back down beside. “I need the bathroom,” she whispered.
“There’s one right there,” he pointed toward a door she hadn’t seen.
“I’ll be back,” she said as she eased away.
He grumbled under his breath, but that was it as he kept his arm over his eyes and
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