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thought.” His fingers slid through her creamy wetness. “It’s making you hot.” He plunged a finger into her depths, and she pushed back, filling her body. “Naughty, Meghan.” The slap of flesh against flesh filled the kitchen even as he added another finger to the assault on her body.
    She writhed against him, his fingers stretching her aching muscles.
    “Is this all you want? A little bump and grind against my fingers?” He dragged her silky heat down to her clitoris, the pads of his fingers teasing the pearled nub. “Or is this good?”
    She couldn’t talk, couldn’t think, as his hand worked on her body. The sublime pressure of his fingers sent the bliss straight to her belly, tightening her muscles, taking her to that incredible place of ecstasy.
    The fingers of one hand continued in a circular motion over her clit. Meghan spread her legs wider, inviting more contact. “Oh, I knew you’d like this. I smell your arousal.” He dragged her slick heat up her slit and pressed another finger to the rosebud hole of her ass. “I feel your quivering need, Meghan.”
    Her hands wrapped around either side of the bar, anchoring her as the sensations toppled one over the other. Her hips pulsed in time with the cadence of his marauding fingers.
    “Don’t you reach orgasm, Meghan. Not until I tell you to. I’ll stop.” He pulled his fingers away. She groaned out a protest, and he pushed back into her. “Tell me what you want, Meghan.”
    She wanted to climax, to feel the incredible joy of release. His fingers were heaven, but true bliss would only come when he joined his body with hers. But she couldn’t tell him that.
    “Answer me, Meghan.” He pulled his finger from her clit and spanked her bottom, once, twice, and a third time, his other hand still assaulting her ass. The pain drove her higher. “You’re being naughty. Tell me what you want.”
    “You.”
    He laughed. “I’m right here.” He had both hands working her now. Fingers plunged into her hot holes, and she could barely think for all the sensations tripping over her nerves, let alone make words form on her lips.
    “Tell me. We both know what you need, but I want to hear you say it.”
    She knew what he wanted her to say. She only had to speak the words, and the ecstasy would increase tenfold. But she’d never asked anything of her lovers, always accepting what pleasure they offered without demand. What this man asked of her bordered on vulgarity—and she liked it. Meghan had never felt so licentious. “Fuck me. Please fuck me,” she begged into the counter.
    He slapped her bottom twice in succession, his fingers still pounding into her. “That’s for your naughty mouth.” She heard the jingle of his belt. He stopped finger-fucking her and spanked her again. “ That’s for wanting this so badly.” Pants fell to the floor, and she felt the head of his cock slide up her slit. His hand came down on her bottom again. “And that one’s because you like it.”
    She did like it. Meghan had never been so hot for a man. The spankings only added to the titillation of being fucked in the kitchen. This was not lovemaking—not by any stretch of the imagination—but Meghan was enjoying every minute of this wicked tryst.
    Her breaths puffed out of her. She arched her back trying to hurry the entry, but he pulled away and slapped her bottom again. “Now, Meghan, you’re not being a good girl.” He slid the heat of his thick cock between her cheeks. “You want this?”
    She moaned and nodded her head.
    “I want to bury my cock deep inside you, Meghan.” He continued to slide against her aching clit. “But you can’t come until I say.”
    Why couldn’t he shut up and enter her? It’s what they both wanted.
    “I won’t … please … just … do it,” she gasped, working hard to keep her hips still. If he’d fill her, a couple thrusts and she’d come. Her legs quaked with the need to experience the release.
    “You understand I’ll