Colter stand and discards his shirt, them removes his jeans and briefs, chucking them to the side. He grabs my hips, flipping me over so that my ass is sticking up on the edge of the bed. His hands gently caress each cheek. A soft slap to the right side causes me to startle before he runs his hand over it before pressing a kiss to the spot.
I arch, wanting more, and he slaps the other side. My clit begins to throb with arousal. I shake my ass back and forth, looking back at him over my shoulder.
“You like me spanking you?” he asks, his hungry gaze meeting mine.
“I do, sir,” I admit, drawing out the last word.
His eyes darken and his nostrils flare. He gives me a harder slap. I cry out as pleasure shoots through me. He gives the other side a firm hit, causing me to pulse between my legs.
“More,” I beg. He growls before slapping my right cheek again, then the left.
I’m so close to exploding. I snatch fistfuls of the sheets, begging him for more.
His hands grab my hips, and I feel his erection slide behind me until it is pushing inside of me. He buries himself deep inside of me with a harsh breath. His forehead presses against my shoulder, his arms wrapping around my front and gripping me in a painfully tight hold.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans. “So tight and wet for me.”
He fists my hair and yanks my head back. His mouth finds my racing pulse, his teeth and lips branding my skin with his mark.
I feel impossibly full, his hard length stroking me ruthlessly. My abdomen clenches so tight, and it’s the only warning I get before an orgasm tears through me.
Whimpers and sobs pour from me, the ecstasy as overwhelming as Colter is.
He doesn’t let up his harsh pace, and I swear he’s determined to make me spontaneously combust.
My clit is swollen, and I know that if I reach between my legs and stroke it, I’ll shatter again. But I want more of what he is offering.
I look back over my shoulder at Colter. His arms are flexed, veins and muscles standing out on them. His heated gaze is on my ass, but it lifts to meet mine.
“Harder.”
The muscles in his neck flex, and he slaps my right cheek hard.
“You’re mine, little star,” he growls, the nickname making me clench around him. “And soon, I’m going to this ass. Just like I take this pussy.”
The heat in his gaze excites me. I feel it as the wave of my next orgasm breaks free, and I cry out his name, pushing back onhim. He starts to pull away, but I am still there. Riding it. I am not done yet.
“Harder,” I beg him. “Fuck me harder!”
His grip on my hips tighten, and he growls as he pumps into me harder. “Fuck!” he roars. “Little star.”
I am trembling from the pleasure when another orgasm breaks free, and I scream his name. Clawing at the sheets.
He pumps faster, and I push back on him, meeting each thrust.
“I’m gonna come, baby,” he shouts as his body jerks against mine, his cock hitting that special spot inside of me as he releases with each thrust.
I shake as I feel his warmth inside me.
When he pulls out, I collapse on the bed, gasping for air.
He settles beside me and draws me into his chest, his body warm and solid behind mine. His hand traces slowly down my stomach, slipping between my thighs, and I flinch when he touches me. Everything still too sensitive, too exposed.
He murmurs something low as his fingers explore, testing, then retreating, skimming along my thighs instead. I didn’t think I could want more so soon, didn’t think my body could respond again, but it does, heat building despite myself.
“We should take care of this,” he whispers near my ear, voice rough. “But I want to feel it. Want to know you’re marked by me.”
The words send a shiver through me. His touch follows, deliberate and knowing, drawing a gasp from my throat as sensation floods back in. I close my eyes, letting myself sink into it, into him, into the way he makes everything else disappear.
