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woman’s legs. I part her gently with my thumbs and gaze a moment longer. She’s got the sweetest little clit, glistening like a tiny pearl. I can’t wait to bite it.
    “Marcus. Stop!” She tries to close her legs, embarrassed by my blatant scrutiny, but I hold her open to me.
    “It’s been a damn long time and I intend to savor every look and taste of you,” I murmur. “Now lay still and be quiet or I’ll cuff you again, and gag you as well.”
    I’m only teasing, but her pelvis contracts in arousal as her hips undulate, and her hot little cunt flows with more juices. Well, I’ll be damned. She’s turned on by the idea of that!
    While I’ve always been dominant in every relationship I’ve had, other than when I’ve scened at a club, it’s been more of an extracurricular kink than a significant part of a relationship. Ari has me wondering what it would be like to have the more intense aspects of domination and submission as part of a relationship. I mentally shake my head. There can never be any relationship with Ari—just this one time and I have to let her go. But I intend to make this one time enough for both of us.
    Still holding her open, I lick up each side of her engorged, swollen clit. She moans and wiggles. Her eyes are closed and she’s gripping the rug so tightly her knuckles are white.
    Hmmm. Just to test the water, I lift my head and lightly spank her pussy with my open hand.
    “Fuck!” she yells. Her hazel eyes fly open and meet mine. “Do it again.”
    There’s something to be said for a woman who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to ask for it. I’ll give her what she wants, alright, but it’s going to be my way.
    I stroke her clit, trapping it between two fingers as I slide them down to her opening, plunging inside her sweet pussy before dragging them back up her slit, her clit still pinched between my fingers. I do that several more times until the little nub is swollen and throbbing, and then I slap her pussy again. When she groans her approval, I slap her inner thighs a few times, light slaps punctuated by blows to her bare mound, as her soft moans and grunts mingle with the rhythmic sound of flesh on flesh. She tries to close her legs but I push them open and strike her pussy harder, eliciting a little scream of pleasure.
    Her body arches with each blow, and I pinch her clit again, squeezing it tightly as I stroke downward to plunge into her wet heat again. She’s soaking. I thrust into her a few times with my fingers and she eagerly thrusts back. When I pull my fingers out, she whimpers.
    “Open wider for me,” I command.
    She spreads her legs wider, desperate for my touch at her center again even though she knows what’s coming first, and I slap her pussy again several times. She’s writhing now.
    “Please,” she begs.
    I give her what she wants, but this time I circle her hard little clit ever so slowly with my finger before letting it rest on her clitoral hood, rocking it back and forth lightly as I slip another finger inside of her again. She sighs with pleasure.
    “Make love to me.”
    “Impatient, aren’t you?”
    After a few more minutes of driving her wild with my finger, I bury my head between her thighs again and she cries out as the scruff of my morning beard scrapes over the now super- sensitized skin that has turned pink from the light slaps. My tongue flicks at her hardened little nub and she moans as she digs her heels into the rug and pushes greedily into my mouth.
    With two fingers, I squeeze either side of her little clit as I lick it with the flat of my tongue. Her hips are churning restlessly now, and I fasten my mouth over the little bundle of nerves and bite down lightly. Her body stiffens, and with a hoarse cry, she comes, her body jerking as the orgasm rolls through her.
    But I’m not finished with her yet. I lap up her juices as her limbs tremble with the aftershocks of her orgasm, moving unhurriedly up her slit to lightly lick her still