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then he reaches over, and I feel his skin grazing my back, as he places his hat on my head. “You look fuckin’ cute. Stay right there, Jaybird.”
    “Are you going to spank me?” I whisper.
    “Bad girls get spanked.”
    Mmmmm.
    Role play is nice.
    “But,” I whimper, deciding to play along, “it wasn’t me.”
    “It was you,” he growls, squeezing my ass cheek. “I saw you with my own eyes.”
    “Please sir,” I beg. “I swear it wasn’t.”
    “You know how I feel about liars,” he purrs. “I like to punish them.”
    Suddenly, I lunge forward. “You’ll have to catch me first.”
    I scurry across the couch and land on my feet, before rushing toward the hall. I hear his footsteps behind me, and my adrenaline spikes. It’s an intense feeling, having someone chase you. He gets hold of me just before I leap into the bedroom. His arms come around my waist and he hauls me backwards, slamming me into his chest. His arms surround me, and his lips drop down to my ear.
    “Bad girl. You’ll pay for that.”
    He spins me around, and as soon as my face presses against his bare chest, I bite into the flesh there. Oh God, does he taste divine. He growls and tangles his fingers into my hair, jerking me backwards. His lusty blue eyes connect with mine, and I can see so much want there.
    “Last chance to start behaving, or I’ll make it hurt.”
    I lift my foot and stomp on his. With a growl, he stumbles backwards. I turn and run again, loving this little game we’re playing. A giggle escapes my throat as I disappear around the corner. A moment later, Muff comes charging around after me, catching me again. He grabs my body and slams it against the wall before crushing his against mine. My face is pressed against the cool wooden wall, and my body is alive, ready to be devoured.
    Muff’s hand connects with my ass in one, swift movement. A loud slap fills the room. My moan of pleasure follows that. Hissing, he slaps my bottom again, harder this time. My pussy clenches. God, why is this so erotic? He reaches down, gripping my ass cheek in his hand and kneading it roughly, slightly lifting. I can feel his erection jutting into my ass, hot and heavy.
    “Goin’ to fuck you now, hard.”
    I don’t argue; I just answer him with a ragged plead.
    He uses his foot to shove my legs apart further, and then he’s pressing against me. He has one hand on my hip now, pulling me back into him. The other is flat on the wall beside my head. He presses against my entrance, and he plunges inside with no warning. I cry out, feeling the exquisite burn a he stretches and fills me. A strangled cry leaves my throat and I feel my entire body heat from head to toe.
    “So fuckin’ sweet,” he rasps.
    “Harder, sir,” I beg. “Fuck me harder.”
    “Shit, Jaybird,” he growls.
    He splays his hand out on my hip and moves it up over my belly, pressing it there, and using it to drive his thrusts. Our skin slaps together, our panting is loud and erotic, and our bodies are feeding off each other, with such need and want. My body tightens around him, and his hand leaves my belly to smooth back around to my bottom. I clench harder, getting closer and closer.
    “I’m going to come, Muff, oh God.”
    Just as I feel the first explosive pull of orgasm rip through my body Muff brings his hand down over my ass again. The sting of pain does something to me, and I come like I’ve never come before.
    “Holy, oh, God, Muff, oh, God, fuck,” I scream, feeling my knees wobble.
    Muff wraps an arm around me to stop me from falling, and he pumps in and out of me desperately before joining me in release with a ragged, feral hiss. I feel his body tense and explode, and he spurts deep and hard inside me. For long delicious moments we come together, shuddering and jerking as each last bolt of pleasure is ripped from our bodies. Muff drops his head into my shoulder, and his skin is covered with a fine sheen of sweat.
    “Well fuck,” he murmurs. “That was