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cock with the other. She pulled off and blew on his moistened shaft to tease him. He groaned again.
    When she took him back into her mouth, he shuddered. She turned her lips in over her teeth and made a slight humming noise as she slid up and down over his shaft. He grasped the back of her head, encouraging her movement. “God, yes!” he gasped.
    She pulled off again, flicking her tongue over the head, lapping the weeping slit. The next time she took him fully, he grasped her hair, pulling her in and out with an uncontrolled urgency. Just when she thought he would orgasm, he pulled her all the way off.
    “On your hands and knees,” he ordered, his voice thick.
    She dropped to position and he tested her readiness, giving a growl of approval when he found her dripping wet. She heard the sound of a condom wrapper and was grateful he’d remembered, because the thought of protection hadn’t even occurred to her.
    She waited, holding her throbbing ass perfectly still for his taking. He entered slowly, but soon began plowing into her, bumping so hard she began to travel forward in the direction of the end table. He grasped her hips and dragged her back, only to repeat the dance. The next time he pulled her back, he spun her around so her torso rested on the sofa. Now, properly braced, he pounded her. She lost control at the sensation of his cock hitting her inner wall, the slap of his flesh against her swollen ass, and the memory of what he’d just done to her. She jerked as an orgasm ripped through her and her knees slid out, only Joey’s strong hands at her hips held her steady until he found his release with a howl of pleasure.
    He stayed inside her until his orgasm was complete, then pulled her down to the floor, where they both lay sprawled on their backs. Her passion relieved, a sense of vulnerability crept in.
    “Joey?”
    “Yeah?”
    “Will you hold me?”
    In a flash he pulled her in his arms, wrapped so close to him she couldn’t distinguish where her body stopped and his began. “I’m sorry,” he murmured. “I’m still learning how to be your man.”
    Her heart fluttered. Damn Joey La Torre. She didn’t want him to be her man, but he seemed to be exactly what she’d been missing her whole life.
     
    “So...Joey? Was that for real?”
    He kissed her shiny hair, savoring that his hard-to-get girl was snuggled in so tightly. “What do you mean?”
    She pulled out of his arms to look at his face, nibbling on her lower lip. “I mean, were you really serious when you spanked me, or was it just for...uh...you know, fetish.”
    He chuckled. “I was serious at first, but then when I saw it turned you on, I got turned on, too.”
    “You were serious? So...does that mean you spank your girlfriends? I mean, you would spank me if, um…” she trailed off, looking both flustered and angry.
    “Soph,” he said cautiously, “I would never hit a woman anywhere but on her ass. You know that, right? Were you scared?”
    She considered him, then shook her head. “Not really. I was more pissed off than anything.”
    He touched her nose. “Pissed off and turned on,” he said with a grin.
    She jerked her head away, but smiled slightly. “So, you’ve spanked other women?”
    “Yeah,” he said simply.
    “For real punishment or for sex?”
    “Real punishment.”
    “You spanked your ex-fiancé? Alessia?”
    He nodded, uncomfortable with dragging Alessia into this conversation.
    “What for?”
    He drew a breath. “I don’t think she’d want me talking about it with my new girlfriend, know what I mean?”
    “I’m not your girlfriend,” she said, chewing on her lip. “But if I were, you would do that again?”
    “If you needed it,” he said, then modified his answer. “It’s up for discussion, Sophie. I won’t walk out if you tell me no, okay?”
    She relaxed and he nodded, to show he meant it.
    “I can tell you no?”
    He shrugged and quirked a smile. “You can try. All I can promise is that it’s