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tormenting her with arousing pain, Brett resumed kneading and caressing her sore cheeks, making her moan again and shift on his thighs in an effort to relieve the aching need he had aroused in her. Never in a million years did she imagine she could get so turned on from a man spanking her, never considered that pain and discomfort as well as embarrassment would increase her arousal instead of diminishing it, leaving her struggling against begging for more, a struggle she lost without any regret.
    With her nipple so taut it was stabbing her palm and her pussy so wet he had to notice her juices were seeping along her thighs, she turned her face up to his again. “Please, Brett, don’t leaving me hanging. Finish it, like you did that other woman I saw you with.”
    The reminder of her unwelcome voyeurism wasn’t enough to keep him from giving in to her, even though he knew giving her an orgasm would just encourage her. What started out as a lesson to show her she didn’t always get what she wanted was turning out to be just the opposite. Stifling his anger, anger aimed at himself for the inability to tell her no, he simply cupped her damp crotch and demanded, “Come for me, Kayla,” as he stroked soft, bare folds that were plump and warm and so very fucking wet.
    Kayla buried her face in her free arm and resumed rasping her thumb over her nipple with her other hand as he buried several fingers inside her aching pussy. He finger fucked her with slow precision, his fingers moving easily inside her despite the tight fit, exploring her with arousing thoroughness until she was once again lifting against him, silently pleading for more.
    Brett chuckled as she pushed against his hand, her tight sheath clasping his fingers as he pulled out slowly, ran her dampness over her folds then delved back in for more. “Impatient little thing, aren’t you,” he murmured, wincing at the indulgent fondness he heard in his tone. It definitely wouldn’t do to give her any ideas. She seemed to come up with enough on her own.
    “Brett, please,” Kayla begged. She was to the point she’d even promise to behave if he’d just give her some relief. Thankfully, it didn’t come to that. With another of those irritating chuckles that told her he had the upper hand and loved it, he finally, finally pressed his broad, calloused thumb over her clit, once, twice, three times until she exploded in an orgasm that had her screaming. Body encompassing pleasure filled her, a riot of sensations spreading from her pussy to her breasts, filling her head and leaving her body a quivering, sated, boneless heap lying over his lap.
    She made no move to get up, which would have made him smile if he wasn’t worried that her powerful climax was only going to keep her interest on him, exactly the opposite of what he had been aiming for. His cock, however, didn’t seem to care what his mind wanted as it was insistently demanding a taste of that tight, hot pussy.
    Ignoring his little head, Brett lifted her and tried to stand her up, but Kayla had other plans. Kayla always had other plans. Shifting, he heard her thong snap as she straddled his lap, locked her knees around his hips and looped her arms around his shoulders.
    “That was…amazing. Don’t send me away yet. Please,” she cajoled as she feathered kisses along his rigid jaw. “Fuck me, Brett. I’ve never had a one night stand, but I promised myself a treat for my birthday. You, Brett. I want you to be my birthday treat.”
    It was the promise of a one night stand that had him thinking of saying yes. Well, that and the feel of her wet crotch dampening his slacks right over his cock and the memory of her tight sheath clutching his fingers as she came.
    Gripping her hair, he pulled her head back until she was looking him in the eye. Unable to resist that pouting mouth, he kissed her, hard. His mouth explored hers as thoroughly as his fingers explored her pussy, delving deep, caressing every corner,