Now, with his strokes long and steady, even rougher than before, I clawed the bedding, fighting to keep some sense of myself while he tried to fuck it out of me. He was right in that I was sweaty and sore. Memories of the delicious sex would linger long after the event was over.

He gripped my hips with one hand, yanking back my head with the other. While the pain was nothing in comparison to what I’d felt with the spanking, I was caught off guard anyway.

“Tell me I’m the only man for you.” His demand held nothing but possessiveness.

In my usual state of defiance, I laughed.

That brought another smack to my bottom. He wasn’t joking around.

“Tell me.” He pounded into me, rocking us both until the headboard slammed against the wall.

“No.”

Another brutal crack of his hand.

Another yelp.

Even more savage strokes. My pussy was drenched, so sore and with juice trickling down the insides of both thighs.

His laugh was positively demonic. “Tell. Me.”

There was something so cathartic about letting go around him, which was what he’d wanted.

Which was exactly what he’d demanded from the onset. And in the craziness of the moment, the way he was fucking me as if nothing else mattered. As if I was the only woman for him, I wanted nothing more than to be his.

Not just for now.

Not just for this week.

I bit back my answer, waiting to see what he’d do.

It was another surprise when he released my hair, lifting my legs off the bed. The change didn’t alter his perfect rhythm, the tip of his swollen cock hitting that perfect spot inside, the one few women are lucky enough to have a man hit.

My G-spot. I honestly hadn’t thought it existed. A myth.

But my mouth was hanging open, stars in front of my eyes and in a few seconds, I was driven straight into another climax.

“Tell. Me!” His deep voice penetrated an entirely different portion of my mind.

As the orgasm swept through me, I lost everything. All sense of knowing. All understanding of time or space. I was doing nothing more than floating free while submitting totally and completely to this man. “You. I only want you.”

“Then tell me what you want.”

That was easy. “Just fuck me.”

So he did, long and brutal strokes that seemed to go on forever.

The sounds he made were guttural, an animal in the wild and the noise was everything that kept the fire ignited deep within.

I knew exactly the moment when he couldn’t hold back any longer, finally able to satisfy his needs where he’d spent time on mine. As a reward, I clenched my pussy muscles, savoring the single, powerful roar as he came, filling me with his seed.