Page 147 of With this Ring

“Are you ready for me?”

Without waiting for an answer, he slid a finger between her folds and ensured she was slick. “I have been, Sir,” she told him. Since the moment she heard his car on the driveway.

In a single, powerful thrust, he was inside her, filling her completely. She gasped, digging her nails into his shoulders as her body adjusted to his size.

“God, you feel incredible,” he growled, his voice hoarse with desire. He began to move, each thrust deep and demanding. “I couldn’t stop thinking of you.”

The water cascaded over them, making their bodies slick and slippery.

He ground his hips against hers with each thrust, ensuring she felt every inch of him.

Her breaths came in short, desperate gasps, matching the rhythm of his movements. “Gregorio!” She clung to him, her body shivering with pleasure as he fucked her hard and deep.

His grip on her tightened, his fingers digging into her flesh as he held her in place. The sensation of his body against hers, his cock filling her, was overwhelming. Deep inside, her orgasm built, the need intensifying with each of his strokes.

“Give it to me,” he commanded, his voice sharp. “I want to feel you come all over my cock. Do itnow.”

His order pushed her over the edge. With a cry, she climaxed hard, her body convulsing around him as waves of pleasure crashed through her. He didn’t let up, continuing to thrust into her, drawing out her orgasm until she was a trembling, gasping mess.

“So fucking hot. So perfect.”

Only then did he allow himself to find his own release.

With a deep, guttural groan, he came, his body shaking as he spilled himself inside her. The heat of his release flooded her, and his cock pulsed demandingly as he took his satisfaction.

They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies pressed together, their breaths ragged and uneven.

Slowly, he lowered her, holding her steady while she found her balance.

Beneath her palm, his heart pounded reassuringly.

“Jesus, Petal.” After adjusting the water pressure so it was more of a gentle, rain-like spray, he captured her mouth, kissing her deeply.

When he finally pulled back, her mind was swimming in pheromones once more.

“That will do for starters,” he told her.

She gulped. “Starters, Sir?”

“I think it’s been far too long since you had a spanking, my Petal.”

“Oh?” She laced a teasing note through the question.

“And I’m not going to dry you off first.”

Sucking in a sharp breath, she looked up at him. “Isn’t that supposed to sting more on wet skin?”

“It is indeed.” With a wolf-like grin, he swept his gaze over her. “Problem?”

“No, Sir,” she replied quickly. Despite the warm water, she shivered. “Of course not.” If she complained, he’d give her a few extra strokes.

“That’s my girl.”

He was awful, showing no mercy.

“Since I’m so considerate, I’ll give you a choice. What implement do you want to sear your ass? A leather paddle? My hand? Or my belt?”

She wrinkled her nose.None of the above.

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