I add a second finger inside her, readying her. Stretching her. Both digits disappear, well past my second knuckle, and I marvel at her beauty. Hair messy. Eyes closed. Lips parted. Nipples pointed.

Absolutely perfect.

I pump into her for several seconds, appreciating the strangled pants she’s releasing. The way her hands grip the sheets. How fucking wet she is, my fingers covered in her juices, the moisture beginning to coat the back of my hand.

Holy hell.

She’s astonishing.

Just as she’s on the precipice of her climax, I pull out, slipping the drenched fingers into my mouth, relishing in her delicious taste. Her lips fall into a round O as she watches me, eyes heavy with lust. She moves fast, reaching out and bringing our mouths together. I slide my tongue against hers, letting her savor the taste, too.

“See how delicious you are? It’s even better when you come.”

“So make me come.”

“Ah, I would, but you dropped your hands, Emma. Those were the rules.”

She pauses, casting her gaze downward. “I couldn’t help it. I needed to touch you.”

“Should we stop?”

“No,” she says adamantly. “I told you I want to play.”

I close my eyes, willing my heart rate to slow down. It’s elevated and spiked, rising with every one of her determined nods and concentrated glances.

“Okay. If something hurts, or you don’t like it, or you want to stop, promise you’ll say your word.”

“I promise.”

I scoot to the edge of the bed, feet resting on the floor. “Come here. Over my knee.” Taking her hand in mine, I shift her so her chest drapes over my right leg and her ass hangs over my left. I trace down her spine, over her vertebrae, then back up. I’ve dabbled in spanking before and have always enjoyed it; as a guy who likes to be in control, there’s not many positions better than this. Plus, her ass is a sight to behold. “Doing okay?”

“Yes,” she whispers, squirming on my lap and rubbing against my cock. I don’t hold back my groan because I want her to know how well she’s doing. How perfect she is. How fucking honored I am to earn her trust again and again, trying new things and learning all the stuff she might like. I rest my hand on her ass, giving it a gentle squeeze before I raise my palm and bring it down, connecting with her sweet, soft skin.

I’m not prepared for the way her breathing hitches and the moan she releases. It’s not some stupid sound she’s faking so I can feel like I’m doing the right thing. It’s authentic. Raw. So enjoyable and wanting more.

I’m so unbelievably fucked.

“How many?” she asks, grinding against me. I’m about to toss her onto the bed and fuck her senseless, this game be damned.