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“Fuck yeah!” he growled. He pulled out quick, a loud wet
smack sounding as he popped free of her mouth. She coughed hard, trying to
catch her breath.

“Look at me.” Her eyes watering, streaks of black mascara
running down her flushed cheeks.
Beautiful.
Deep-blue eyes looking up at
him held no sign of fear, but instead a hint of pride. She wanted to please
him. “Good girl.”

Releasing his grasp on her hair, he had to give her credit.
She was more than meeting his expectations, but then he hadn’t really given her
much of a challenge. Yet. “Stand up.”

She reached out her hands to help herself up.

“No. Hands behind your back.”

Locking her hands behind her, she awkwardly stood up in her
high heels.

He slapped her across her ass. She let out a high-pitched
yelp as she shifted her weight, trying not to stumble. Phillip suppressed a
laugh, barely. Taking her by the arm, he led her to a high-backed armless
chair. He sat down.

“Across my lap. Hands on the floor.” He patted his thighs.

Her eyes wide and unsure.

“Time to pay the piper. You were late. Were you not?”

“Yes Sir.” She froze.

“You really think keeping me waiting is wise at this point?”
Arching a brow at her, he watched her ease forward as she lay across him. Her
skin was warm and soft and he ran his palm slowly over one round exposed cheek
and then the other, drawing out her anxious anticipation.

Lightning fast, he raised his hand and smacked her cheek.
She gasped with the contact, breath quickening.

“Count.”

“Huh?” The second hit landed on the opposite cheek. “Fuck!”
she yelled.

“Excuse me?” he reprimanded.

“Sir?”

“Count for me,” he instructed.

“Two?” Her voice was aquiver.

Smack.
“Two…what?”

“Two, Sir?” she shouted.

“Good girl, except we already passed two now, didn’t we?” he
taunted, raising his hand again.
Smack!

“Three. I mean four, Sir!” The tone of her voice breaking
with frustration.

The frequency grew as he continued. By the tenth hit her ass
was laced with pink handprints. Circling his palm over the raised marks, he
admired them as they reddened. As her bottom squirmed beneath his touch, he
rubbed his rising cock between his abdomen and her bare body.

Smack!

“Eleven, Sir,” she whimpered. Her muscles tensed.

He returned to rubbing her reddening ass.

She sighed. Her body eased slightly. She sniffled.

He brushed the hair off her face and watched a teardrop fall
to the floor. He slid his hand between her thighs, grazing her wet outer folds.
She moaned. Pleased at how wet she was, he sank two fingers inside her pussy. Swirling
his fingers in her juices, he explored her.

She tilted her ass up to him, wanting more. He withdrew his
fingers, sliding up her crack to her puckered asshole.

She froze at the contact, holding her breath. When he pushed
inward she clenched her cheeks shut, halting him.

“Relax, let me in,” he said in a firm tone.

“But?”

“Excuse me?” His voice rose.

“Ugh…”

Phillip gripped a handful of hair and gave it a yank.

She yelped.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” he mocked.

“Yes Sir,” she let out with a sob, relaxing her ass muscles.

He pressed inward again, this time sinking into the tight
hole. “No one has ever fucked you here?”

“God no!”

Phillip let out an evil and delighted chuckle, pushing his
finger in as deep as he could go.

She screamed. “No Sir,” she corrected herself.

“I will,” he said, withdrawing his finger only to add
another before thrusting into her ass again.

She let out a loud high-pitched squeal. “Fuck!”

Smiling to himself, he eased out of her.

Her breath gusted from her.

“Stand up. You may use your hands to climb up on the bed and
lie down on your back,” he commanded.

She stood and did as he instructed. He grabbed the wet wipes
and washed off his hands.

“Bend your knees.”

She did so, but kept them together.

“Spread your legs.”

She groaned. Her chest and cheeks flushed but she did it.

“Show me that hard little clit of yours.”

Spreading her knees farther, she looked to him for approval.

He shook his head, grinning. “Use your hands.”

She glared at him, wavering momentarily. Biting down on her
bottom lip, she shuddered as her hands slid down to her bare mound. Delicate
fingers moved her outer lips aside, raising the hood off her swollen clit. She
watched him, unflinching as he bent down between her legs, inches away from her
tender flesh. Wanting her to feel just how close he was, he blew gently across
her thigh and then over her clit.

She jerked.

Pink folds quivered, dripping wet with her arousal. He could
smell her pussy, rich and erotic musk. Still holding herself open her fingers,
she began to tremble. Circling his arms around her thighs, he pulled her to his
mouth. He gave one long lick over her sex before latching on to her hard nub.

Groaning deeply, she tightened her leg muscles. Her hands
dove into his hair as she ground her pussy against him. He should scold her.
Reprimand her for moving her hands, but his need superseded his instructions,
besides he would enjoy punishing her later for it. He savored the taste of her,
devouring her and wanting more.

Her breaths grew choppy.

Sinking two fingers into her cunt, he curled his fingers up
and did his come-hither motion, searching for her G-spot.

“Yes, yes, oh fuck!”

G-spot found. “Don’t you fucking come.”

Her eyes shot wide open. Her whimper a sexy purr of distress.

Giving her a stern look, he latched on to her clit then
plunged his fingers deep inside her cunt.

She groaned with frustration.

“Come!” he said, holding her clit between his teeth and
flicking it with his tongue.

Her pussy clinched his fingers, drenching his hand. She
screamed aloud, as her body writhed under him.

He slowed as the waves of her orgasm eased. She let out a
wicked, sexy laugh. She rose on her elbows and looked down at him, flipping her
hair off her face. Smiling as she took in deep breaths. “That was the best
fucking orgasm of my life.”

He couldn’t help himself. He smiled back at her joyful
expression, reveling in her admiration and wanting more. “You liked that, huh?”

“God yes.”

“Then do it again.” He lowered his head.

She gasped, trying to scoot back. “Wait.”

“Uh unh,” he said with her clit already between his lips,
holding her in place by her thighs.

“I need to catch my—” She cried out.

He shook his head, tugging on her clit with every movement
of his head.

“Oh fuck,” she yelled.

He relentlessly flicked her hard clit with his tongue,
finger-fucking her pussy with increasing force.

“Please Sir, please Sir, please,” she begged for release.

He nodded. Her back arching as she came. Her breaths ragged,
her body slick with cum and sweat.

He wanted to push her further, force yet another orgasm on
her, but he could not hold off his own need any longer. He moved off her to fully
remove his pants. His cock jutted up, the head wet with pre-cum. He ripped open
a condom and rolled it down his shaft.

As he knelt between her legs, her sensuous body flushed with
arousal, aching for him. He hooked his arms under her knees, lifting her bottom
up. He pushed her legs up to her chest.

“Please Sir,” she whispered breathless.

“Yes, princess?” He slid his cock up and down her dripping
pussy.

“Please.” Pleading deep-blue eyes pinned him as he took a
slow inhalation. “Fuck me!”

A swivel of his hips and his cock dove into her slick hot
cunt. He groaned loudly as the tightness engulfed him. He stilled, taking deep breaths
to strengthen his resolve.

Anna Beth whimpered in protest, patting his ass. She wanted
more. He withdrew, only to plunge deeper.

“Yes, fuck me, fuck me!” she rasped out, cheering him on.

Letting go, he proceeded to pound into her, hard and deep. A
loud knocking sounded, the headboard banging into the wall on each deep thrust.
Her palms pressed flat against the wood to keep him from ramming her head into
the goddamn thing.

Her eyes locked on him. She took every hard inch of him,
raising her thighs for him to drive deeper still.

“God…damn! You’re…so…fucking…hard!” Her words led into a
deep groan, vibrating her body. She threw her head back against the pillow,
releasing a long choked scream that echoed through the room. Her pussy
convulsed around his straining hard cock, milking him with strong, rhythmic
pulsations. He stilled, absorbing the sensations as she came.

His balls were so fucking tight and hard. Grunting loudly,
he rammed into her, driving balls-deep. Once, twice, and—

He exploded, thrusting deep and holding as cum erupted from
his cock in long, exhilarating pulses.

The waves of his orgasm eased. He pulled out of her, falling
to his back beside her. Lying there not from exhaustion, but to bask in post-orgasmic
euphoria.

“Wow,” she uttered. The one-syllable word, the most
fantastic compliment. He turned to see her looking at him all awestruck.
Shit!

“What?” he asked, hoping she wasn’t going to get all
emotional and ruin a perfectly fan-fuckin-tastic moment.

“Just, wow.” Closing her eyes, a satisfied smile painted
across her face.

Phillip drew in deep breaths, his heart rate slowly
returning to a calmer rhythm.

“God, I so fucking needed that.” With that said she swung
her feet to the floor, pausing to get her balance before she headed for the
bathroom.

Phillip didn’t want to move. Walking back into the bedroom,
she smiled at him, running her fingers through her tangled sweat-dampened hair.

He started to stand.

“No! Don’t get up. I can let myself out,” she assured him.

“You don’t have to run off.” Though the words came out of
his own mouth, they still caught him by surprise.

“Yes, actually I do.” Her satisfied smile boosted his ego
even further. “What time are we meeting with Ernest tomorrow?” Her question was
unexpected, as he lay there with a flagging cock dripping with their cum.

“Nine in the morning.” He sat up against the headboard.

“I’ll meet you in the lobby.” Reaching the door, she turned,
still completely naked. “Better make it eight thirty. It’s a really tall
building. And don’t be late,” she added with a wicked smile.

He barked out a laugh, shaking his head. He listened to her
laughing as she descended the stairs.

Wow!
Yeah, that summed it up just fine.

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