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him warily as he approached her; her hand still moving lightly over her pussy. He watched her fingers run over her spread folds, rubbing her wetness along the outside of her pussy. “You like touching yourself.”
    “Yes.” She saw no reason to deny what was obvious.
    Sitting down next to her, Derrick lifted her onto his lap sideways. “My turn to play a while.” Picking up the remote, he turned on the television and flipped through the stations until he came upon an action movie he had already seen but liked well enough to watch again. Derrick sat with her in his lap, his arm around her waist. After about ten minutes, she started shifting and wiggling impatiently, and he smiled to himself.
    Sasha was frustrated. Here she was, completely naked with a man for the first time in three years, and he wanted to watch television. She wondered what he was waiting for; and, finally, she didn’t care. His jean clad thigh was hard beneath her bare ass, his shoulder was hard beneath her head, and his waist was hard beneath her arm. She wanted to feel all that hardness against her, over her, and under her, and she wanted that large, hard cock filling her emptiness.
    “Derrick,” she finally moaned, feeling his cock now poking her buttocks through his jeans.
    Derrick reached up and pinched her nipple, hard. “Hush,” he admonished her. “I’m trying to watch this.”
    That pinch on her nipple was enough to get her going again, building her need for another orgasm. Spreading her legs, she decided to take matters into her own hands, again, since he was intent on ignoring her. His deep voice stopped her as she was reaching between her legs.
    “No, Sasha, not this time.” Grabbing her hands, he pulled them behind her back and quickly had her over his knees; one hand holding her wrists pinned together, and the other smacking her buttocks. “I didn’t tell you to touch yourself. I think you did that just so you could get your ass spanked again,” he said as he brought his hand down hard and fast, ignoring her pleas and whimpering.
    Sasha realized two things simultaneously. He had goaded her until she ended up in her current position, and she loved the feel of his hard hand smacking her tender globes, loved the fiery pain that left her breathless with the need to come. Jerking her hips against his hard thigh, she cried out as she came, surprised at how quickly it burst upon her and how intense her orgasm was. The spasms went on and on, as did his punishing hand; and, by the time she was reduced to small tremors, she lay docilely over his lap, completely sated.
    Derrick lifted her upright, releasing her wrists. His hand grabbed her behind her head and pulled her face down to his. His breathing was harsh as his lips claimed hers in a hard kiss; his tongue invading her mouth and ruthlessly exploring every corner.
    His mustache tickled, was all Sasha could think as he kissed her. She groaned, leaning into him as he continued to eat at her mouth, as she kissed him back with all the need and longing she was feeling. When his hand cupped her breast, his thumb rubbing the nipple, she arched into him as she grabbed his other hand and moved it between her spread thighs.
    Derrick heaved a heavy sigh, pulling his lips back a fraction. “You didn’t learn anything, did you?” he asked ruefully, his eyes amused. “Or is it that I didn’t spank you long enough, hard enough?”
    “I just want you to touch me. I want you to fuck me.” She knew her voice revealed her desperation and that he heard it plainly. She felt stupid, inexperienced, and so damn needy she thought she’d scream.
    Derrick inserted one finger into her pussy, surprised at how tight she was. “How long has it been since you’ve had a man’s cock here?”
    Shit, Sasha was afraid he was going to ask that. Hoping her answer didn’t put him off, she said, “Three years.”
    “Damn, woman, no wonder you took me up on my offer so quickly. Why haven’t you had sex in three