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I press my cheek to the bedspread, forcing my rear higher in the air.
His hands squeeze into my backside. Then the pressure releases and his palm slams onto my ass cheek in a stinging blow. I jolt, a sound of surprise ripping from my lips. I barely have time to register the small pain before he does it again.
I jerk and cry out. But that one did not hurt.
The echoing slap stings, but the pain only makes my body weep more. I arch backward, seeking his palm.
He smacks my tail again and my core clenches and tingles. I groan at the reality that he could make me orgasm merely by spanking me right now.
Maybe he knows it too because his hands go back to kneading me. Each long finger flexes into my flesh. My hips gyrate, trying to push him where I need him.
“Still,” he commands as the bed dips behind me. There is an echo to his voice now, and as I inhale, the delectable spice fragrance of his skin is all I can smell.
But I stop moving.
One long finger ghosts down the seam of my ass. I whimper. “Please, Tanner.”
He growls. “What do you want, Nisha?” he asks, his heat washing over my back. His smooth chest scrubs against me and the weight of his cock settles over my backside.
The heat inside his member nearly makes me black out.
It’s like scalding velvet. Hotter than any male I have ever felt.
I rub my ass over him. “I want you inside me. Please.”
He grips my hips, halting me. “Do you?” There is almost a teasing note to his voice. A playful lilt.
I try to peer over my shoulder, to look back at him.
But his seeking finger rubs along my slit and I moan.
His hiss is all cat. “Fuck, woman,” he growls. I can only close my eyes in bliss as he works that long digit through my soaked folds. “You’re so fucking wet.”
“Tried … to tell … you,” I pant as he slides his finger into my core.
“You’re fucking hot as hell too,” he murmurs, his rasping tone diving deep into my body as his finger does the same.
“More,” I demand, arching back into him. “Please.”
He works me slowly, adding a second digit and stretching my sheath. Every pump of his hand spirals the need higher, building it in a pink and white wash of light behind my closed lids.
Then the pressure is gone and I can’t stop my sob. “Tanner.”
He grips my ass in both hands and something wet plays over my body. My eyes fly wide.
His tongue tastes and sucks at me until I am grinding my hips into his face. The low rumble that pours from him is all primal male. “Fucking like nectar on my tongue,” he croons, nuzzling over my nether lips. His tongue finds my clit and I scream.
The engorged nub is so hard every pass of his wet mouth has me clenching.
“You going to come for me, Nisha?” he asks, then laps at me again. I cry out. He spreads my lips and suckles on the demanding bud. White hot pleasure forks through me.
I collapse onto the mattress as my arms give out.
His chuckle is masculine as he wraps an arm around my waist and flips me over. I stare at him through a fog of need. He spreads my legs again and lays between them, pinching at the base of my clit and biting it softly between not so human teeth.
My heart races.
His silver eyes raise to mine and he licks up my body like an ice cream cone. My head falls back. He slips two fingers back inside my sheath and works me in time to every steady swipe of his tongue. I thrash my head, bucking and twisting as the edge of pleasure gets closer and closer and—
