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All I could do was groan.

Somewhere in the background, I heard a buzz, and as he pumped his dick into me, Jamie’s eyes looked up. “That’s yours. Probably some guy from downstairs, wondering where you got to.” He grinned, sweat running down his temple.

“Probably.”

“Too bad you’re busy.”

“A little.”

The phone buzzed again, and he grasped one of my breasts, bouncing with each thrust. “And you’re mine.”

“Slap it,” I whispered.

“What?”

“Where you’re holding. Slap it.”

I’d seen it on theWomenVibesite. This guy had gently slapped his wife’s breast as he fucked her. I never would have thought I liked it, but it was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

I’d fantasized about Jamie doing it to me, just like this.

“You’re at the top of the list now,” Jamie said as he got onto his knees. He pulled me until my ass was on his lap, never pulling out.

Then he gave me what I wanted.

He slapped my breast with just the right amount of pressure as he grasped my thigh with his other hand.

“You like that?”

“Again,” I breathed, clenching around him.

He slapped it again. Then again. The side of my breast stung lightly.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he gritted out as he thrust into me again.

“I love it when you hurt me,” I said. “Just a little.”

“Fuck,” he said. “It’s better…” He leaned his head back. “Better than I ever imagined, baby.” He gripped both of my thighs now. “All the times I pictured it. It was nothing like this.” He peered down at where our bodies joined.

“I wish I could see,” I said.

He paused suddenly, pulling out. He thrust a hand down and pulled me up. “Then let’s have you see.”

Jamie led me into the bathroom, which was lit up only with lighting under the mirror. There was a long counter with a sink closest to the door, but we passed that. He stood behind me. “Ready?”

I went to press my hands against surface, but he shook his head. “No. Like this.” He gripped my hips, and before I knew what was happening, he’d lifted me right up onto the counter, setting me on my knees.

Because of his height, he was able to pull me down onto him while standing.

And I could see the whole thing.

I watched with pure, unadulterated pleasure as his cock disappeared between my legs. I watched my tits bounce as he pulled me down again. And I watched, gasping, as he slapped my ass with each thrust. Just enough to make me squeal.

“You like watching me fuck you, don’t you, you dirty girl?”

“I love it,” I cried. “I love it, I love—”

I bit my lip. I’d nearly said the words I didn’t know I’d been holding back.

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