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for gratification after a sleepless night and a whole morning spent thinking about fucking Mike.
    Standing with her back to the kitchen counter, Kara bent and lifted the hem of her skirt. She pulled it upwards, slowly revealing her stocking-clad legs and the creamy skin that was bare at the top. Tam waited, like a cat watching its prey, his body held utterly still. When Kara’s skirt was high enough for him to catch sight of her naked pussy he took a deep breath. She knew that he was taking it all in – the neatly trimmed black hair, the cleft between her legs where her thighs were pressed tightly together.
    Displaying herself like this was enough to make Kara squirm, standing like a doll in front of Tam’s hungry gaze and itching to have him cover the distance between them, break the tension, turn this strange exhibition into a sex scene already.
    But he seemed in no hurry.
    ‘Turn around,’ he said, ‘put your hands on the counter and bend forwards.’
    Kara bit her lip and frowned. After a moment’s hesitation she decided to play along. Swivelling round, she gripped the edge of the kitchen counter and did just as Tam said. With her head down, she could no longer see what he was doing, only hear his movements. Screwing her eyes shut, she struggled against the impulse to turn round or speak. Let him have his moment of fun, she told herself. Truth be told, she enjoyed playing these games as much as he did.
    Her skirt was still rucked up around her waist, the heels tilting her on tiptoe and forcing her bare arse upwards. Ella Fitzgerald’s voice drifted through from the sitting room. Over the music, Kara heard the suck of the fridge door opening. She flinched. Was Tam ignoring her? It would be just his idea of a joke to leave her hanging there half naked while he made a cup of coffee. But before she could turn, she heard him move.
    The atmosphere seemed to thicken as she felt him behind her, close enough for his breath to disturb the air around her. It was almost as though she could feel him regarding her naked rear.
    Without warning, he slapped her hard on the buttocks, giving her a stinging blow that was over before she could shout or move. Only the feeling lingered, her skin burning and buzzing, like a wasp sting spreading over her cheeks. Kara stiffened, but as she opened her mouth to swear at him, two more blows rained down.
    She could have twisted out of the way, of course, but each smack came as an exquisite surprise, shocking her and making her body hum all over. It was electrifying. Kara arched her back, bit her lip and waited. She was ready for whatever his next move was.
Unpredictable
, she reminded herself, realising just how thrilling that could be. There was the low ripping noise of Tam’s zip, and his hands on her, cupping her buttocks.
    The smacking had made her instantly wet. Just as well – that was all the foreplay she got or wanted. Immediately she felt the head of Tam’s cock butting up against her slit and nuzzling at her, until it found where she yielded and pushed inside. Kara’s nails scratched uselessly at the counter, trying to hold the precarious position. As she swayed on the heels, unbalanced and shaking, Tam drove himself further. He went deep enough to make her gasp this time, so she could feel herself clinging and stretching around his cock.
    Pinned against the counter like this, Kara was barely in control. Only Tam’s hands on her hips and his cock inside her connected them. He thrust hard and fast then, screwing her decisively to his own rhythm. Kara braced her arms, held herself high on her toes to find an angle that opened her as wide as possible. She wanted this breathtaking, vigorous fuck; she wanted to be thoroughly screwed.
    And Tam was obviously pleased to oblige. He was working something out from the night before, Kara could tell. This sudden, almost brutal coupling was his way of trying to impress his mark on her. He clutched her hips hard enough to leave bruises; she