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anywomanovertheedge.Ireachdown,findingmyclitandIstrokeit softly,whimperingattheinstantswellofpleasurethere.
    “Getyourhandoffyourpussy,baby,now,”heordersgruffly.
    Idon’tlistentohim,Istrokemyclitharder,suckinghimand rubbingmyselfuntilwe’rebothtenseandreadyforrelease.
    “Stopstroking,”herasps,throwinghisheadback.“OrI’llspank you.”
    “Spankmethen.”
    IkeeprubbingandIcomesohardmybodytremblesandmymouth opensinagasp.Marcuscomesasecondlater,spurtinghisreleaseinto myopenmouthasIwhimperfrommyownrelease.Thefeelingofhis comehittingmytongueisquiteerotic.Hegroans,usinghisfreehandto gentlypumphisshaftashemilkseverylastdropfromhisslowly softeningcock.Whenhepullsoutofmymouth,Ilookupathim,licking mylips.
    “Badgirl,”hemurmurs.
    Iletaslow,sexysmilecreepupontomyface.Marcuscrouches down,meetingmygazefaceon.
    “I’mgoingtospankyouforthat.”
    “Iknow,”Imurmur.
    “Challengingme.Alwayschallengingme.”
    “Perhapsyoudeserveit,sir.”
    Heslideshisfingeracrossthebottomofmylipwhereadropofhis releasestilllingers.HepressesitintomymouthandIsuckonhisfinger, makinghiseyesbecomeheavyandsexy.
    “PerhapsIdo,”hemurmurs,slippinghisfingeroutofmymouth.
    “Whatwillyoudowithmenow,sir?”
    Hegrins,leaningdownandscoopingmeintohisarms.Hecarriesme tohisdeskandheslidesthepensandpapersoutofthewaybefore placingmeonmyfeetandpushingmeoverthedarkwood.Herunshis fingersdownmyasscheeksashegentlypreparesforwhatIknowis coming.
    “Howmanydoyouthinkyoudeserve,sweetgirl?”
    “Ten,sir.”
    “Hmmm,yeah,Ithinktenwillwork.”
    Thefirstslapcomesasashock,italwaysdoes.Bythethirdand fourththough,mybodyiscomingalive.Ialwaysdidlikeagood spanking,callmetwisted.WhenhegetstonumbersixI’msquirmingand whimpering,wantinghiminsideme,wantingsomethingtoreleasethe pressureinmyclit.Bythetimehe’sreachedten,mybodyiswrithing withneed.Hepullsmeup,pressingmybacktohischest.Thenheleans downandwhispersintomyear.
    “Ifyourubyoursweetlittlepussyagaintonight,I’lldoublethat spankingandIwon’tbereleasingthepressureforyou.Beagoodgirl,go tobedandwhenyouwakeinthemorning,I’lllayyoudown,spreadyour legsandlickthatsweetlittlecuntuntilyou’rebeggingmetostop.”
    Heletsmego,andwithwobblylegsandabodythat’ssodamned arousedithurts,Ibeginwalkingtowardsthedoor.
    “Sierra,baby?”hecalls.
    Ilookovermyshoulderathim.
    “I’llknowsweetheart,somakesureyoudon’ttouch.”
    Bastard.

CHAPTER6
SIERRA

    Sleepdidn’tcomeeasy,ittookalotofrollingaroundtocalmmy bodydown.Marcus’sexyvoicekeptmeawakewithsucheroticpromise.
    “I’lllickthatsweetcunt.”God,themanhadafilthymouth,butitwas whatmadehimsodamnedaddictive.Hejusthasthatthingabouthim thatmakeswomenwanttochasehim,riphiscockoutofhispantsand playwithhimallnight.MarcusHarrisonjustnevergetsold,Icouldn’t everimagineatimewhenlookingathimwouldn’tmakemypantieswet.
    Iwakeearlyinthemorning,IcanfeelMarcus’hard,hotbody wrappedaroundmine.Hisarmsarearoundmywaist,hischestispressed againstmybackandhiscockisrestingsoftlyagainstmyass.Iwigglea littleandIfeelhimbegintoswell.Men.Seriously.Theycouldgethard evenwhenthey’reasleep.IwigglemyasssomemoreandMarcus’hand lashesoutandgripsmyhip,stoppingme.Ismotheragiggleashis fingerspressintomyskin.
    “Careful,”hemurmurssleepily.“I’manactivemorningperson.”
    “MaybeIamtoo,”Ibreathe,rubbingmybottomagainsthimagain.
    “Doyouwantmetofuckyouthere,sweetgirl?”
    Istoprubbing.“No…why…doyouwantto?”
    Heslideshisfingersupmyhip,sideandthenovermybreast.He cupsitinhishandandmassagesgently.Hisfingershavetheperfect amountofroughnessandIcan’thelpthelittlewhimperthatescapes.
    “Iwouldn’tsayno,”hemurmurs,circlinghisfingerovermynipple andcausingittopucker.
    “Oh.”
    “Butwedon’tneedtoworryaboutthatrightnow,IbelieveImade youapromise.”
    BeforeIcanspeak,heflipsmeontomyback.Hishardbodylooms overmineandhegrinsseductivelyasheslideshismouthdownmybody.
    Ohhhh,thatpromise.HowcouldIforget?Whenhismouthfindsmy pussy,hegripsmyhips,tiltingthemupwardsbeforepressinghisface