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A warm hand spreads over my abdomen, pressing me into the mattress to keep me from moving. “You’re a greedy girl tonight, aren’t you?”

“I am,” I moan. “You said you wanted to eat, so do it.”

“Look who’s giving orders now,” he says, his voice darkly teasing. But then he quickly rolls me to my side and smacks my ass. I suck in a breath through my teeth, the stinging sensation quickly morphing from pain into pleasure.

“You wanted me in charge. So I’ll be in charge,” he says sternly. “Don’t let it happen again.”

“I won’t.”

“Color,” he demands.

“Green,” I respond without thinking.

“Oh, so you liked that?” He hums thoughtfully, as if he’s filing that information away for later. “Yeah, you did,” he answers his own question. “Look at you, gushing when I spank you.”

He rolls me onto my back again, and finally, his mouth is on me. He devours me as if he’s never tasted anything so sweet. As if he can’t get enough. His fingers dig into my hips, pulling me closer to his mouth as his tongue flicks against my clit. Grabbing the comforter above my head and bunching it between my hands, I cry out. He isn’t going easy on me, and it takes everything in me to remember his earlier instruction not to come.

His tongue slides inside me, licking and exploring as his nose presses against my clit. The sensations are almost too much, and pressure builds, begging to be released.

“Casey,” I pant. “I can’t…”

He pulls his tongue out of me long enough to say, “You can come,” then goes right back to his ministrations. It only takes another minute for me to detonate, stars lining the edges of my vision. I’m sure I yell some obscene things, but I don’t even care. I haven’t felt this good in so long, and Casey must know it too with the way he draws every last wave of pleasure out of me until I’m lying limp and satisfied.

He leans back on his heels, his eyes flashing. “Beautiful,” he says softly, pressing another gentle kiss to the inside of my thigh. My heart skips again at the contact.

But before I can process anything about that, I hear a wrapper tearing and look down my body to see Casey rolling the condom over his considerable length. He eyes me with determination and taps my hip.

“Dress off,” he says as he strokes himself lazily. “On your hands and knees. I’m not done with you yet.”

I hesitate, so he frowns and grinds out, “Now.”

Weakly, I fumble my way to sitting and pull my dress over my head. I reach behind myself and unhook my bra for good measure, then move into the position he wants me in. His warm palm grips my ass, then it’s gone and replaced by another stinging smack, much harder this time.

“Oh, fuck.” Unable to support myself, I fall forward onto my elbows.

“That’s for not doing what I told you. Color.”

“Green,” I say into the comforter.

He smacks me again on the other side. “My handprint looks good on you, Trina. Look at it.”

I push myself back to my hands and crane my neck so I can see my ass. There’s a red handprint on each side, and I have to admit, they are hot as hell.

“You like that too,” he says. “You’re dripping again.”

“Mm-hmm.” I bite my lip. “Are you going to fuck me or talk all night?”

“Next time, I’m going to fuck that mouth so you can’t talk back,” he says.

Next time? So he wants to do this again? And as his palm meets my ass with a crack one more time, I fully admit I want it to happen again too.

“Ass up,” he commands, and I comply. “That’s it.” He lines himself up with my opening and slides in on a groan. In a few thrusts, he’s fully seated and I’m deliciously full. He grabs my ass and squeezes hard as he pumps in and out, setting a slow, leisurely pace.

“Fuck, Casey,” I say. His cock twitches inside me, and his next thrust is much harder. “You feel so good.”

“Your pussy is heaven,” he grinds out, picking up speed a little. “Dammit, I’m not going to last long.”

“It’s okay,” I say as I wiggle my ass back toward him. He moans again, his torso falling over me so his chest meets my back.