Page 93 of Resist

Ainsley reached for his belt, unfastening it before pulling it off with a flourish. Then she started tackling the button on his jeans.

Coulton stopped her, stepping away. “Thought this wasmyshow.”

She put her hands up, surrendering. “My bad.” Then she waved as if to say “continue.”

Coulton took over, slowly sliding down the zipper, drawing out his striptease. She knew he was being playful, but every action was so sexy, she felt a bead of sweat trickle down the side of her face. When did it get so hot in here?

Once his jeans were unfastened, she expected him to push them down because she was ready to get this show on the road. Instead, he turned away from her, giving her the perfect view of his back, and then, as he slowly slid his jeans down inch by glorious inch, his ass.

God. People should write songs about that ass.

She bet she could bounce a quarter off it.

However, as sexy as it was, it wasn’t the part of his physique she was most interested in seeing at the moment.

“Turn around.” She’d been going for demand, but her breathless request was too needy to sound like anything more than it was. An outright plea.

Coulton glanced at her over his shoulder, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

She laughed. “You’re a terrible tease.”

He twisted back to face her, his very hard, very erect cock in his fist. “Is this what you wanted to see?”

Her gaze drifted down and held. “Hell yeah.”

He stroked his dick, letting her look her fill. “What aboutyourshow?”

She considered giving him a taste of his own medicine, but her libido had shifted into overdrive. Ainsley attempted to strip off her jeans and panties so quickly, she stumbled and almost fell.

Coulton reached out to steady her. “Take it easy, wildcat. We’ve got all night.”

“I don’t want all night,” she said, her hands gripping his muscular forearms. “I want it hard and fast and rough and dirty. I want you to drive into me from behind, and if you could sprinkle in some spanking, that would be good too.”

Coulton had been all suave charm up until that point, clearly intent on taking his time and savoring the act.

Her request changed everything.

With a firm hand on her upper arm, he twisted her toward the bed before pushing her forward over the mattress.

His bed was ridiculously large and tall, a necessity for someone as big as him. Of course, that meant she felt like a mouse, only taking up the tiniest bit of space on the oversized mattress. In this position, bent over the edge, she hung there, her feet at least two inches off the floor. She loved the helpless feeling it evoked, loved the idea of being totally at the mercy of her Gentle Giant.

Coulton bent over her, his breath hot on the side of her face. “Be careful what you ask for,” he warned. “Because I told you, I want to give you everything, spoil you.” His hand slipped between their bodies, gripping her ass and squeezing, proving he was completely on board with giving her every aspect of her request.

Thank God.

Ainsley glanced at him over her shoulder. “Spoil me,” she begged.

Coulton pushed himself upright, his hand landing on her bare ass before she even registered the movement. He didn’t hold back as he peppered her ass, varying each of his swats, some hard, some soft, some right on the meaty part of her rear end, some hitting the top of her thighs.

When he thrust her thighs apart with his knee, she groaned as the next spank landed right between her legs.

“Oh my God,” she gasped, the shock, the pain, and the pleasure of it rolling through her body like a tsunami.

“You like that?” he grunted.

She nodded, the side of her face resting on his soft mattress.

Coulton repeated the smack, and her toes curled. Then he did it one final time, his palm resting over the part he’d just spanked, his fingers brushing her clit.

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