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explosion of her orgasm. The
pleasure ripped through her, consuming her from head to toe, had
her grinding up against his still pistoning hips as his cock jerked
with his ejaculation.
    Brody was surrounded by softness, her plush
body undulating under his, her hips in perfect rhythm with his, her
soft cries against his throat, the warm clutching walls of her
pussy soaking his dick as she milked him dry. By the time his head
cleared and he managed to come down from the height of ecstasy she
had driven him to, Piper was curled trustingly against him, her
eyes closed, her heavy breathing slowed to more even sleep filled
breaths. Grabbing the covers, he flipped them back over them.
Unlike her, he was unable to slip back to sleep so easily, the
struggle with his conscience once again rearing its ugly head. That
struggle only got worse when the sound of an incoming text vibrated
from his phone. Leaning over the bed, he fumbled in the dark until
he found the phone in his pants pocket then had to bite back a
curse after reading Ian’s message.
    Piper pretended to be asleep as Brody slipped
out of bed, then strained to hear his side of the conversation when
he stepped out into the hall to make a call.
    “What the hell is Sandoval thinking?
Unfortunately, that’s a good point, but if something goes wrong,
we’re fucked. I guess it’s a risk we’ll have to take. No, she
doesn’t suspect anything.”
    Piper quickly closed her eyes when he ended
the call and came back into the bedroom. Instead of joining her
again, she heard him rummage in his bag for clothes then leave
again. Suspicions, anger and disappointment warred for supremacy as
she struggled not to jump out of bed and confront him about what
she heard. When she heard the start of the shower and the draw of
the curtain from her bathroom, her anger won out and she slipped
from the bed to search for his phone and some answers. The last
text he received simply stated, ‘Party at casino before meet’.
Piper knew Charles lived in Atlantic City and she knew both his
cell and residence phone numbers, which was all she needed, she
thought with a surge of determination, to start taking control of
her own life.
    The sound of the shower turning off had her
hastily picking up her pajama bottoms and slipping them back on.
The ache in her pussy as well as the sticky residue of their
climaxes were telltale reminders of how hard Brody had fucked her
just a few hours ago and how hard she had come. Her ass was still
sore also and when she palmed her left cheek, she felt the slight
warmth that remained from her first spanking. Funny, she thought as
she padded into the kitchen to put on coffee, she had never
considered she would be into anything kinky when it came to sex.
After hooking up with Ted, she had just been glad to be getting
laid regularly. But the two years of regular sex with her ex didn’t
compare to her one time encounter with Brody. Her climax last night
had been off the charts, an experience she would have denied was
possible if anyone had been able to vocalize it. No one would have
been able to explain let alone convince her that the pain and
humiliation of a bare assed spanking could induce such a powerful
orgasm. Just recalling that awesome pleasure was enough to get her
pussy wet again, make her empty sheath ache for another round of
rough, deep thrusts and make her buttocks clench tightly in
anticipation of a stinging slap.
    Unfortunately, she knew before she had
overheard Brody on the phone that last night was a one-time
encounter, one she had initiated and practically forced on him.
That fact was reinforced when Brody entered the kitchen fully
dressed, his bag packed and ready to go. Apparently, knowing he was
keeping things from her concerning Charles and that he only fucked
her last night because she had driven him to a point where any man
would have caved wasn’t enough humiliation to keep her body from
wanting him. Her eyes locked on his mouth and watched