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knees, his hand pushing lightly on the back of her neck. The
light pressure of his hand pressed her over the bed so that her bottom jutted out
and she rested her head against the thick satin throw as a shiver on
anticipation threaded through her.
    He knelt down beside her and
smoothed his hand over her arse, dipping briefly between her legs and making
her jolt towards his fingers.
    “You seem like the kind of girl
who would enjoy a spanking,” he mused.
    A strangled noise left her
throat. Oh God, yes. How did he know? Was it the way her bottom bucked
into his hand that gave it away?
    “Do you like a spanking, lass?”
    “Yes,” she whimpered as his hand
continued to stroke agonisingly slowly across each arse cheek, “Yes, yes, yes…”
she continued to whisper.
    His palm came down so suddenly that
she’d barely had time to realise he’d stopped caressing her. She yelped as the
sharp slap resonated in her ears and her bottom smarted. The scent of her
arousal suffused the air as he smacked again and again, shifting his attention
from one buttock to the other. Her skin stung and she snivelled as the blows
became heavier, the man seemingly intent on spanking every inch of her
trembling arse, but she’d never felt so alive.
    She squealed as he gave her four
more sharp smacks. Two to each cheek, harder and stronger than the previous
ones. Then his lips came down and tickled across each heated buttock before trailing
up her spine and sweeping aside her hair and kissing the back of her neck. His
kilt chafed against her arse as his erection prodded into her and his hands
came underneath her to cup at her breasts, drawing her upright and against him.
    He kissed his way across her
shoulders, nipping lightly at her skin as he plucked at her nipples. She rubbed
herself against his cock as the ache in her cunt became unbearable.
    “Please,” she murmured.
    “Please what?”
    “I need your cock…in me…” she
grated out as his sharp tugs on her nipples stole the breath from her.
    He chuckled and hefted her into
his arms, hooking one under her legs. He lifted her easily and climbed onto the
bed. The mattress sank beneath him as he lay back and positioned her over him.
She sucked in a breath as she took in all that muscle laid out just for her.
    “Ride me,” he said.
    Hell, yes . Samantha grinned, aware that
she probably looked like the Cheshire cat when she did so. She flipped up his
kilt and gave his erection a quick rub, feeling it harden further beneath her
fingertips. She shifted forwards, settling her drenched folds over him, teasing
them both as his velvety head slipped across them.
    His large hand came suddenly
around her neck as the other one gripped at her hip and he shoved her downwards,
impaling her viciously on his thick length.
    “Fuck,” she cried out at the
sudden intrusion as he urged her up with the hand on her neck before directing
her down onto him again.
    The hand around her neck remained
firm, not squeezing but simply controlling her. The heat of his fingers wrapped
around her made her feel oddly protected, the knowledge of all that contained
strength tugging at that hidden womanly part of her once more. Here she was
completely at his mercy, giving over every ounce of her trust and he knew
exactly how far to push that trust. How to give her everything she needed.
    Pressing his hips into her, he
grunted as her sheath clenched around him. With the positioning of his hands,
Samantha barely had to do anything. He controlled her movements, allowing him
to pound upwards into her until she vibrated with need and their skin sheened.
The hand on her hip closed suddenly over her sex and he pressed his thumb into
her clit. He held it there as their violent rocking motion made her nub run
furiously over his callused digit.
    Her body tightened as the
sensation in her pussy verged on the edge of unbearable and his hand on her
neck became more determined, plunging her down onto him with increasing force.
    “Oh, oh,