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stroking over her tongue before he nipped that plump lower lip and pulled back just enough to state harshly against her mouth, “One fuck, Kayla. One, and then you’re out of here. Got it?”
    “Yes, I got it. Now, Brett,” she demanded breathlessly, surprised and pleased that he had agreed. As mind boggling and satisfying as her previous orgasm had been, she still pulsed with the need to feel that hard cock filling her like no other before him, taking her to heights she never knew she was missing out on achieving.
    “Promise.”
    “Yes,” she stated emphatically as she reached down and released that impressive shaft into her greedy hands.
    Those blue eyes bright with expectation, that flushed face surrounded by a cloud of wavy hair black as night and the feel of those cool, soft hands wrapping around his warm, hard flesh was more than he could resist. Reaching into his pocket, he slapped a condom in her hand. “Cover me.” His order was followed by a curse as she took her time rolling the protection slowly down his length, her fingers working with slow precision making sure he was adequately covered until he swore again, grabbed her ass, which was still warm from her spanking, lifted her up and impaled her on his cock in one smooth move. The feel of her silken, wet walls closing around him threatened his control, but by tightening his hands on those soft, round cheeks, he got it back by holding her still until he was ready to move.
    Kayla bit her lip as she tried to stifle another groan of frustration. His hands clenching on her buttocks renewed their tenderness which only served to heighten her already out of control arousal. The feel of his cock stretching her uncomfortably, filling her deep enough to cause a pinch of pain only seemed to work her arousal into a fevered pitch, as if she hadn’t climaxed in months instead of minutes.
    “Brett, I need to move. Please, it hurts not to move.”
    “Well, we wouldn’t want that, would we,” he murmured as he lifted her until just the bulbous head of his cock remained embedded in her snug, warm haven before he lowered her with excruciating slowness, tormenting both of them. When she struggled in his hold, he slapped her ass hard. “Stop that. Lower your top and show me your pretty breasts.”
    Kayla shivered, but it wasn’t from baring herself in the cool fall air. That smack on her still sore ass sent another gush of moisture over his cock, easing his way further as he slowly filled her again while she struggled to unhook and lower her halter. Her full breasts bounced free, the nipples stiffly erect and right in front of his face.
    “Hold them up for me, Kayla,” he instructed thickly, the sight of those pale, round globes swaying with their movements an added enticement he didn’t need but wanted anyway.
    Kayla was discovering that she really got off on being controlled during sex. She didn’t have to guess at what he wanted, didn’t have to wonder if she was doing it right or worry if he was enjoying it. Cupping her breasts, she held them up as his mouth descended and latched onto her right nipple, suckling that tender bud as he slowly lifted her again and just as slowly filled her.
    Switching to her other nipple, he repeated the maneuver, his cock gliding slowly over her clit with each stroke up and down, enough to keep her on the verge of climax, not enough to send her over. When she simply couldn’t take the torment any longer, she let go of her breasts, moaned when her nipple popped out of his mouth and the cool air hardened it further and gripped his shoulders.
    “Now, damn it, I need it now, Brett. Please, fuck me harder.”
    Brett’s eyes glittered with frustrated need as he replied, “Remember, you asked for it.”
    “No, I’m begging for it,” she admitted breathlessly.
    Shit, Brett muttered as he jerked up with a hard thrust while simultaneously pushing her down. What started out as a lesson meant to drive her away from him, was turning out