He groaned, arching his hip into her fisted palm a few times, pleasure simmering low in his belly, making his cock pulse already. He grabbed her hand and pulled it away.
“Hey.”
“Shh.”
He quieted her by covering her lips with his, kissing her hard, his tongue forging into her mouth even as the split in his lip stung. She kissed him back hungrily, eating up his mouth. He was so fucking hard he couldn’t wait.
He grabbed her ass, raising her hips, and plunged into her.
Christ, she was all hot, sleek silk inside, wet and ready for him, taking him all.
She moaned, her head against his mouth. “Fuck me, Mick,” she whispered. “I need you to. I . . . need you.”
They were bucking into each other, and he reached between them to work her clit with his hand. In moments she was coming, her hot sex clenching around him as she called his name. Then he was coming and his voice was a howl. The world went black, his orgasm ripping through him, ripping his heart out and serving it to her on a platter.
Allie.
His.
Together.
He latched on to her neck, bit into her, licked at her skin, then kissed her as his body calmed.
He saw he’d left more teeth marks on her. But she didn’t mind. And he didn’t mind that he’d marked her, made her his in some tangible way.
Some distant part of him realized he was lost. Lost to her.
Didn’t matter.
All that mattered was that Allie—his Allie girl—belonged to him. Finally.
* * *
SHE WAS AWAKE but didn’t want to open her eyes in case she’d imagined that Mick was there with her, that everything would be okay. But in moments she realized the weight on her stomach was his strong arm flung across her body. Still without opening her eyes, she reached down and linked her fingers with his, smiling.
“You happy, baby?”
She opened her eyes to find Mick looking at her, his gray eyes clear as crystals in the soft morning light. “You’re up.”
“Well, I’m awake. Not up yet, but I’m sure we can take care of that in about . . . three seconds.”
He kissed her shoulder, then slid his hand over her stomach and between her thighs. “Ah, already wet for me, baby girl. And now I’m up.”
She giggled. She couldn’t help it. Heat shimmered through her when he teased her hardening clitoris. “And what are you going to do about that?”
“Anything I want. Isn’t that right?” He stroked her damp slit, pressed a fingertip inside her, making her groan.
“Yes, Sir.”
He pulled his hand away.
“So . . . the first thing I want . . . need to do is to ask if you’re on some kind of birth control, since I was too carried away to remember to use a condom. And just so you know, that has never happened to me before.”
“I always practice safe sex unless I’m with a long-term partner. But yes, I’m on the pill. And we’ve seen each other’s paperwork. God, you really know how to kill the mood, Mick.”
“On the contrary.” He threw back the covers and she saw his glorious erection. “I’m as hard for you as I was five minutes ago.”
“See? So kinky.”
“Are you going to try to tell me you’re not?” he challenged her.
“Not what? Kinky? Or still hot for you?”
He spread her thighs wide with his hand, pressed his fingers against her opening. They slid right in and she moaned, desire making a tight knot in her belly.
“Question number two answered. Let’s see about question number one.”
He scooted up until his back was against the pillows, and she watched him, wondering what he had in mind. But before she could figure it out, he grabbed her and flipped her facedown and naked on his lap.
“Mick, wait.”
“Nope. This is a test of your kinkability, baby. Now be quiet while I do horrible things to your delicious ass.”
He smacked one cheek hard enough to make her yelp.
“Quiet, now,” he ordered.
“I can’t!”
He smacked the other cheek just as hard.
“Oh!”
“If you can’t stay quiet, then I’m going to have to make you count.”
“Jesus, Mick.” She laid her head down on the cool sheets and waited.
He gave her a good hard slap. Her ass stung like mad. “That’s an extra one for you sassing me. Now count.”
He smacked her cheek and she had to work to convert the pain to pleasure. Before she had a chance to do that, he smacked the other cheek.
“You’re not counting.”
“Two.”
“Nope. That was one. The second one was to remind you.”
She bit her lip.
“Good girl.”
Another hard slap.
“Two.”
And another.
“Three,” she said breathlessly. It was really beginning to hurt as he layered sensation over her tender skin.
She heard him pull in a breath, and his hand came down again, catching both ass cheeks, right in the center.
“Oh! Four.”
The next few came in such rapid succession she squirmed in his lap.
“Oh no you don’t, princess. You’re not going anywhere.” He held her down with one hand on the small of her back. “How many is that?”
“Five, six and seven, damn it.”
“Excellent.”
“Fucking sadist,” she muttered.
He smacked her hard, the pain reverberating through her entire body.
“Ouch! Fuck, Mick! I suppose that one didn’t count?”
“It sure as hell didn’t. How many more do you think I’ve got for you?”
“Hundreds, I’m sure.”
He chuckled, slipped a hand between her thighs, found her sex wet with wanting. “You don’t seem to mind. Which I love about you, baby girl. And I know you can take a few more.”
He slapped her ass over and over—she had a hard time keeping up with the count.
“Eight, nine . . . eleven,” she gasped. “I think. Ah! Twelve?” She was panting, squirming hard in his lap, her hip coming up against his hard cock.
“Ten. You’re bad at math, baby,” he teased.
“I am not. It was twelve.” She kicked her feet, squirmed again. She was loving every minute of this delicious torture.
“Still,” he ordered. She complied, her body going loose at the mere tone of his voice.
He spread her thighs apart, pressed his fingers into her aching sex and began to pump.
“Mmm . . .”
He slipped them out and smacked her ass again, really hard this time. But the pleasure he’d given her allowed her to ride the pain out.
“What’s the count, baby?”
“Thirteen.”
“Ah, unlucky number thirteen. But you know, it’s lucky for some of us. It’s lucky for you today. And lucky for me.”
He lifted her and positioned her so she was on her hands and knees on the bed, and he came up behind her and grasped her hips.
“I am going to fuck you so damn hard, Allie girl. And you’re going to come and come until you scream.”
She hung her head, loving the sensation of yielding he’d created in her flesh, her mind.
She felt the heat of his body as he rocked his hips forward, even the fine hairs on his thighs abrading the hot, tender skin from the spanking. But she loved it. Loved it even more when he surged into her an inch at a time, holding her still with firm hands, not letting her ease back onto his cock.
Finally, slowly, he buried himself deep in her pussy.
She let out a soft sigh of pure pleasure at being filled by him.
“Shh, hold still for me, baby.”
He reached around her and filled his hands with her breasts, kneading the full flesh. She wanted to arch into his touch, but she knew to follow instructions. She bit her lip. Waited while pleasure suffused her, making her go warm and weak all over.
Finally he took her stiff nipples between his fingers and pinched, tugged, sensation a keen edge in her body, making her moan aloud. Making her arch her neck, her head coming up. He pinched harder, bringing pain sharply into the mix.
“Ah!”
Still holding her nipples firmly between his fingers, he used his strong forearms to bring her body up until she was almost sitting up on her knees, his cock still deep inside her. And slowly he began to fuck her.