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"Fuck me, Benedikt." She curled her legs beneath her, splayed to either side and then began to rise and fall, forcing herself to ride his khout, her hips undulating over him, his khout surging and rocking inside her hot, slick channel.
Cupping her buttocks, he rose to his knees. She unfolded and wrapped her legs around his waist and he surged to his feet, strode across the room with her in his arms, setting her on the old maple kitchen table. She never took her gaze off him and he marveled at the dark passion in her eyes.
"I've wanted this for such a long time. Every night you walk into that bar, I fantasized about a moment like this. But this is so much better than fantasy." Her lush lips curved into a wanton smile. As he watched, she circled her tongue over her lips. He dropped forward to claim the cherry-red lips and thrust his tongue into her mouth.
She sucked hard as he delved inside her moist chasm. He thrust his hips, taking her deep, probing to her depths. He felt the climax begin to build inside him. He almost stopped when he thought about how an Argadian male orgasmed. Very different from a human male.
And then she surprised him again as she thrust him away and he slid from inside her. She jumped to her feet and turned toward the table. Leaning down, she wriggled her hips and gave him a siren's look over her shoulder.
"Spank me, Benedikt."
"What?" He was shocked at her request.
"I want you to spank me and then fuck me from behind. Take me hard. I want to know what you felt when you climaxed earlier. And I know you did climax. I want to feel it. Spank me," she demanded and wriggled her ass.
"I don't want to hurt you."
"Did you likeit when that woman whipped you? Did you have sex with her?"
"Well, yes. It's what she wanted."
"It's what I want. I'll tell you when to stop if you like. But I want you to beat my ass."
This woman constantly surprised him. He cupped her buttocks and she leaned into him. He kneaded the firm, pale globes. Spread them and gazed at the crease that separated them, the small, puckered rosy bud that was hidden between them. He brushed a finger over the tiny hole and felt Natasha shiver. The desire to fuck her there surged through him.
What he wanted with Natasha went far beyond intercourse. It went beyond mating. He wanted her in ways he couldn't even begin to define. He wanted to bind her to him, to possess her. Every inch of her. He wanted to brand himself into every facet of every emotion and sensation she had.
He wanted her pleasure and he wanted her pain. He wanted her tears. And he wanted to give her what she desired.
He stepped back, raised a hand, brought it down across her fleshy bottom, and heard the crack of his hand as it connected with her pliant flesh. She drew in a sharp breath. He waited.
"Yes, Benedikt. Just like that. Do it again. Do it until I tell you to stop. Oh, my God, I think I felt that all the way to my womb. Do it again. Please," she begged.