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He smacked my ass again, harder this time, and I knew it was gonna leave a bruise. But I didn’t care. I loved it.

“Damn, this pussy so good,” Stone said, his voice strained. “You be making a nigga wanna hurt you.”

“Hurt me, daddy,” I said, throwing my ass back on him. “I want you to make it hurt.”

Stone groaned, and then he pushed me down so I was flat on my stomach.

He spread my ass cheeks wide with his hands and started drilling into me harder than he ever had, like he was proving a point with each stroke. I screamed into the mattress, tears springing to my eyes.

It hurt. But it hurt so good.

I could feel myself getting wetter, my pussy leaking all over his dick. I lifted my head and turned it so I could see his face. He looked like a maniac. His jaw was clenched, his eyes wild, sweat dripping down his face. He was on demon time, and it made me even wetter.

“Yeah, that’s right,” Stone growled. “Watch me, baby. Watch me beat this pussy up.”

I watched him, my eyes locked on his face as he fucked me relentlessly. A few minutes later, his strokes became erratic, and I knew he was close.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “I’m about to come, baby.”

“Come inside me,” I whimpered.

Stone roared, his hips slamming into me one last time as he came, filling me up.

He stayed inside me for a moment, placing gentle kisses along my spine. Then he pulled out and collapsed beside me on the bed.

I was gasping for air, my body trembling. He turned to me, his face going soft.

“You okay, baby?” he asked, his hand cupping my face.

I nodded, still trying to catch my breath.

“More than okay,” I said.

Stone smirked and leaned down, kissing me gently.

“Good,” he said.

He pulled me into his arms, and I rested my head on his chest. Within minutes, we were both asleep.

***

I woke up a couple hours later to the sound of the ocean outside. Stone was still asleep beside me, his arm draped over my waist. I smiled, watching him for a moment. He looked peaceful when he slept. Less like a ruthless drug kingpin and more like a regular man.

I leaned over and kissed his cheek, and his eyes fluttered open.

“Hey, baby,” he said, his voice rough with sleep.

“Hey,” I said. “We should probably get ready for dinner.”

Stone groaned. “I don’t wanna move.”

I laughed. “Come on. We gotta shower.”

He smirked. “Aight. But I’m showering with you.”

“Of course you are.”

We got up and headed to the bathroom, and Stoneturned on the rain shower. The water was hot and perfect, and we stood under it together, washing each other. It was intimate and sweet, and I loved every second of it.