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My thumb found her clit at the same moment my fingers drove deeper.

She rocked herself against my hand.

“That’s my girl.”

The next slap brought another moan.

Not startled now—needy.

Her hips started moving with the rhythm I gave her, seeking my fingers instead of trying to escape the impact.

I alternated them deliberately—my palm landing hard, my fingers moving inside her, my thumb circling her clit until she couldn’t decide which sensation to chase.

“Oh God.”

I smacked her again.

Her thighs trembled.

“Not God.”

My fingers curled.

“Me.”

“Cocky bastard.”

Another slap.

She cried out, but her pussy clamped down around my fingers.

“You can insult me all you want. Your cunt’s telling me the truth.”

She made a strangled sound that might have been a curse.

I sped up my fingers as her breathing turned ragged.

The next smack sent her hips driving down against my hand, and this time she didn’t move away from the pain at all.

She chased it.

That did something dark and possessive to me.

I wanted every hidden part of her like this. Every pleasure she hadn’t discovered. Every dirty curiosity she’d been too inexperienced to know. I wanted to be the man who found them with her.

“Come, Mouse.”

My palm landed again.

Her entire body tightened.

“Use it.”

My thumb worked her clit faster.

She shook her head against the mattress, unable to form whatever answer she’d intended.

“Let the sting push you there.”