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Chris knew what she needed to get off.

Moving into his lap, Chris held his erection still as she straddled him.

When she slid down his dick, they both moaned. It was the best feeling in the world. He loved how he kissed her cervix, and filled her up.

She was his.

While she was filled by him, he ran his hands up her ribs and to her full breasts. Once there, he rubbed his thumbs over her nipples to watch the flush crisscross her body.

“God, you make me want to fuck you in so many different ways I’ve yet to come up with,” he admitted.

She stared into his eyes.

“Yes, please,” she begged.

When he held her hands behind her back, it bowed her breasts toward him, and he brutalized them. Chris left bites and hickies all over them, marking them for his own pleasure. When she tried to pull away, he slammed her back down his dick, making her moan.

“Do I have to punish you?” he asked.

Elizabeth whimpered.

“Yes, please,” she begged. “Punish me, Sir.”

Well, this lovemaking had taken a turn, and he was there for it.

Pulling her off of his erection, he placed her over his lap, and he spanked her. He reddened her ass so much she was begging him to stop.

And he didn’t.

Chris knew when she really wanted him to stop, and when she wanted more. His woman was tough as nails, and if so inclined, could whip his ass.

That she wasn’t pulling away told him everything he needed to know.

She.

Wanted.

More.

When her ass was bright red, and hot to the touch, then, and only then, did he stop.

Oh, she’d be feeling that the rest of the day, and he was glad too.

“It’s been a while since you were punished, Elizabeth. Don’t test me. It’s like when we were in Tahiti, and you were a little too big for your britches.”

She moaned.

God.

She wanted him so badly.

Pulling her back up, Chris made her sit in his lap with her ass red.

She whimpered at the contact of his flesh against hers.

“Someone has been pushing me, and I’m not afraid to push back,” he whispered in her ear. “Don’t make me get creative, Elizabeth.”

Oh, she wanted just that.