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what bell would that be?” She laughed, leaning forward
to grab a bottle of water from the shelf, but her fingers grasped thin air as
he swiftly pulled her flush to his chest.
    He ground his hips against her ass, his digits digging into
her skin through the towel. “This bell right here.” He emphasized his words
with another salacious grind. “Ding. Ding. Round two is up, baby. You ready for
me?”
    She slammed the door of the fridge and the towel was ripped
away as he pushed his body hard against her back. She couldn’t turn and face
him. She was wedged between the warmth of his smooth broad chest and the hard
cool surface of the appliance in front of her. The button of his jeans was open
and the zipper scratched her skin. It should have irritated her, but it turned
her on even more, her body welcoming each grind of his hips. She hissed and
shivered at the same time and his responding chuckle was a beautiful melody,
his breath uneven beside her ear. “You like that, baby?”
    She pushed her ass out, expected a harder grind in return,
but his body heat left her before a sharp whack landed on the cheek of her right
buttock. The sting quickly eased by a firm circular rub from his warm palm. She
whipped her head around as his other large hand slapped her left butt cheek,
repeating the soothing aftercare. She had never been smacked before. Not like
this. This was pleasure with only a dash of pain. He slapped her right cheek
again, three times in quick succession, though this time he didn’t massage her
tender skin afterward. He allowed the sting to turn into a slow burn. She was
sure he must have left a red print in the shape of his hand behind and, again,
she liked it…a lot.
    Nimble fingertips gently traced down the length of her
spine. She shivered as he caressed the small of her back, glided down the
crevice of her ass to her pussy, teasing the rim of her core with light
strokes. She was already wet for him again.
    “Spread them pretty legs wider for me and don’t move,” he
whispered into her ear. He kissed the sensitive skin just behind her lobe and
she trembled all over. She didn’t need telling twice. His voice was deep,
commanding, sexy and she liked where he was headed.
    His warm breath blew over her as he followed the trail his
fingers had taken, his tongue peeking out from time to time for a quick taste
of her skin. His lips pressed against her lower spine in a wet kiss as his
fingers delved between her folds, gathering the essence which flowed freely
between her legs.
    She squeaked when he nipped her ass before easing two
fingers inside her, firmly massaging her walls as he murmured against her skin.
“Mmm…perfect. Soppin’ wet and hot for my cock.”
    Her body quivered when he nibbled on the soft, round flesh
of her ass cheek once more—dangerously close to where she’d never let a man go
before—his fingers sliding out to tease her clit with a skill she’d been denied
by previous lovers.
    “Ohhh…yeah, right there,” she gasped against the back of her
hand, the cool surface of the refrigerator door keeping her grounded while
teasing her nipples, hardening them like diamonds. She started to squirm,
coaxing his fingers to finish the job.
    “Uh uh. Not so fast
,
princess. You’re
gonna come on my tongue.” He dropped down to the kitchen floor, turning as he
widened her spread legs and ducked between them. She tried to step backward but
his hands latched onto her thighs, holding her in place an inch from his lips.
He sighed and rested his head against the door, glancing up at her with a new
shine in his eyes, a wicked gleam assuring her she would enjoy what was to
come. “Lean your forearms against the fridge and push that itty-bitty ass out
just a little.”
    The first flat lick of his tongue electrified her from the
inside out and sent a glorious shudder through her body. From his position
below, he had access to whatever he desired and she quivered on the fine edge
of vulnerability. The