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“Not God, Cricket. Who?”

The crop moved between my legs again and I groaned.

“Who, Christina?”

“Mi… Minus,” I whispered.

“That’s right.” He slapped my pussy gently with the soft leather end, then pressed it against my clit. “You want me to fuck you, Cricket?”

“God, yes.”

“Uh, uh, uh.” He slapped my ass again. “Who?”

“Sorry,” I hissed out, even though I wasn’t exactly sorry. Maybe if I made a few more mistakes, I’d get more of the crop. I closed my eyes and whispered, “Minus.”

He grabbed my hips and slid into me. Harder than before and I almost came. My head dropped back of its own accord and I sighed with relief.

“You gonna control yourself?” he asked.

“Will I get more of the crop?”

“Do youwantmore of the crop?”

“Holy shit, yes, I do.”

“Then, don’t come.”

I bobbed my head up and down and was rewarded with the crop sliding up the outside of my leg before slapping my ass again. “Good girl.”

“Maybe do that at the end,” I rasped.

“Okay, baby.” He chuckled and dropped the crop on the bench beside me. “Brace yourself.”

I braced, and Minus slammed into me. Flesh slapped against flesh as our bodies connected, and an orgasm threatened to hit. I wanted to come… wanted it more than anything, but I needed this to last. Goosebumps whispered across my skin and I knew I wouldn’t be able to wait much longer. “Minus,” I begged.

“Wait.”

“Mi… oh, God.”

“Not. God,” he panted out as he thrust into me. “Say it.”

“Minus!” I screamed as I came, my pussy contracting around his cock.

He thrust again, then once more, his hand connecting with my bare flesh with a smack, and I cried out as another orgasm hit.

Sliding out of me, he ordered, “Stand up.”

I did, and he slid his hand between my legs, cupping my pussy. “This is mine. Understand?”

I nodded as I worked to catch my breath.

He turned me to face him and I moved to grab my discarded clothes. “Don’t,” he said. “I want you to feel my cum dripping down your legs. Remember who your pussy belongs to.”

It was in that moment, I realized he hadn’t used a condom. Fuck, that was hot. I licked my lips, my body primed and ready for more as the proof of his ownership created a coolness on my inner thighs.

He slid his arm around my waist and kissed me. “The clean bill of health was waitin’ for me in my mailbox,” he whispered. “Figured you’d like me ungloved.”

“Yes,” I whispered. “Always.”

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