Page 220 of Rush

I whimper, my cheek pressing against the countertop, breath fogging the polished surface. My thighs tremble.

Then—

Smack.

A sharp, stinging slap to my ass.

I whimper. Heat surges.

Another.

Smack.

My body jolts forward. I’m panting now, pleasure curling tight in my core.

Smack.

Harder. Desperate moans crack out of me.

He leans in, his breath hot against my ear. “Keep teasing me like that, and I’ll fuck this ass ragged.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” I grunt back.

He stills behind me, letting the tension hang for a beat.

“You’re sassy tonight.”

I swallow hard. My body says yes before I do.

A hunger clenches inside me—molten and reckless.

“I own this ass,” he growls, spanking me again—lower this time. My thighs tingle.

Stars. I’m seeing stars.

“I need to hear it, baby,” he rasps. “Say yes.”

I force my lips to move. “Yes,” I breathe. “Yes, you own my ass.”

I feel him line up behind me, his cock sliding through my slick pussy, teasing me with that unbearable pleasure.

Broderick sucks on his thumb. I catch the motion from the corner of my eye, and the sight alone makes me wetter.

He slides into me, filling me in one slow, aching thrust—thick and deep, his cock dragging against every nerve ending.

My mouth falls open.

He presses his thumb over the entrance of my ass, before pushing it inside.

I cry out, fingers scrambling against the countertop.

“How’s that?” His voice is raw, guttural. Strained.

“Good,” I gasp. “It’s so good.”

Broderick pulls out of me slowly, groaning as he does it, almost trembling with restraint, his thumb still firmly in place.

He slams back inside me.