Page 58 of Changing Rules

Eagerly, she props herself up onto her knees and elbows.

The sound of my slap rings out, sounding foreign, instantly followed by a muffled moan. I study her—face buried in the bedding, a red handprint on her ass. The contrast in color makes my cock jerk.

At the same time, my heart lurches. Did I cross the line? I’ve never slapped her that hard before. Uneasiness washes over me. What changed? Where did this need to mark her come from? What if?—

“Harder,” she orders, breathless.

The desire in her voice quickens my heartbeat and sends all rational thought into the abyss.

She pushes up onto her palms and peers over her shoulder. “Harder.”

I put one hand on her back, guiding her into the mattress so her ass is in the air and I have better access to her pussy. Her rosy lips glisten with her wetness. I’m starving, and she’s the only one who can quench my thirst and stop this agony. I angle my cock and slide inside her again. She’s so warm, so ready for me.

With my hands on her hips, I dig my fingers into her flesh as I pound into her—rough, meticulous, unrestrained. She rocks her body, meeting me halfway. The word “harder” spills from her again and again. It’s a line I shouldn’t cross, but…she wants it.

I lift my hand and slap her ass again, this time hard enough to make my palm sting. Instantly, another red handprint forms, and my body ignites, turning the spark inside me into a wildfire. It’s tantalizing. Erotic. Ready to destroy the foundation of my beliefs.

Something so wrong shouldn’t feel so good.

But it does. My vision blurs, and all coherent thought leaves my mind. Pleasure and pain, two conflicting sensations, mix into an explosive cocktail.

“Do you want more?” I ask, clutching her hair in my fist, pulling her to me. “Does my little slut want more?”

“Yes,” she moans, her pussy fluttering around me.

I can’t hold back my groan. I release her without slowing my movements. “Such a good little slut you are.” I spank her other ass cheek, driving myself inside her with full force, literally seeing stars. “My marks on your body…look perfect…baby…”

“Again,” she pleads.

One.

“More…”

Two.

“Harder…”

Three.

I wipe sweat off my forehead with one hand, clutching her hip with the other to keep her steady. My heart pounds violently, ready to jump out of my chest. I hover on the precipice of my release and spread her wider, force myself deeper. With every thrust, I will her memories of that asshole to vanish. I want to make her forget about him completely, not just lock those memories away like she did years ago. No, I want to clear her mind and replace her every thought with ones of me.

“You take me so fucking well,” I praise her. “And my handprints…damn, baby, they look so good on you.”

I tighten my hold on her hips, my nails digging into the soft skin there. She yelps, the sound followed by a moan. Her skin is red and probably tender, my touch paining her.

I’m sorry, babe, but there’s no other way to do this.

Closing my eyes, I let go, railing into her at a furious pace, my hips smacking into hers again and again. I clutch her hair and tug, and when she shudders in response, pleasure ripples through my whole body.

Her breath comes in shallow bursts. She fists the sheets so hard, her knuckles turn white. She’s almost there, her body soaring.

I push harder, my body on fire, and as she cries out, her body spasms. She quivers, and I release my hold on her so she can ride out the pleasure. Instantly, she buries her face in the blankets, muffling her moans.

Pumping into her, I chase my orgasm. My balls draw up tight, my spine tingling. Her pussy contracts, and the rhythmic pulsing triggers my own undoing. A thousand fireworks explode behind my eyes, and with a growl, I spill my cum inside her.

“Fuck, baby,” I pant. “You make me lose my goddamn mind.”

She lowers herself so her chest is pressed to the mattress, her ass still in the air. Her legs shake, ready to give out.

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