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Dean peppered her ass and upper thighs with a dozen smacks, some light, some with more force behind them. Vivian responded to each one like it was a Christmas present, her groans and moans and demands for more the only sounds in the room besides that of his hand landing on her skin.

When he finished the spanking, he rubbed her reddened cheeks, unable to resist bending forward himself and kissing the heated flesh all better.

She giggled. “Your beard tickles.”

Dean had been toying with the idea of shaving it lately, but now he was glad he hadn’t. He gave her another kiss, followed by a tiny nip, then he pushed her flat to the mattress.

“Don’t move,” he instructed, quickly grabbing his wallet from the nightstand and pulling out a condom. Vivian watched his progress, glancing over her shoulder at him with bedroom eyes that were seductive as fuck.

Dean wasted no time pulling on the condom, then he shifted into position.

Vivian parted her legs, her feet now on the floor next to his. When she wiggled that damn ass again, he was a goner.

He ran his fingers through her slit. She was wet and hot and oh so ready. Unwilling to rush things, he stroked her again, then teased his fingertips over her clit, loving the way she lifted on her tiptoes, gasping in delight as he increased the pressure and the speed.

While he typically prided himself on his staying power, he knew it wasn’t going to take him long once he got inside Vivian. So he needed to make sure she was just as close.

Her long, wavy hair fell forward, blocking all view of her profile. Not that he needed to see her face. Her cries and pleas for more were enough.

“Dean!” she said. “Please. So close.”

More arousal coated his fingers as he pushed two inside her.

Holy. Fuck.

She was tight—almost too tight—and her pussy was roughly the temperature of the surface of the sun. She was going to burn him alive, and he was going to willingly step onto the pyre.

He thrust his fingers inside her several more times, waiting until he felt that telltale quivering of her inner muscles. She was right there, on the cusp.

She hissed when he pulled his fingers out, but he didn’t leave her empty for long.

Guiding his cock to her opening, he pushed in roughly with one hard, quick thrust.

Vivian’s orgasm struck before he was fully seated, her upper body crashing to the mattress, her fists clenching the sheets.

Dean stilled as she came apart around him. Movement wasn’t possible because Jesus. He was perilously close to following her over.

So he closed his eyes and started reciting the times tables, fighting like the devil not to come.

He refused to let her think he was a three-pump chump…but that wasn’t the reason he was holding back. It was the fact that he’d only had a couple condoms in his wallet, and he didn’t want to waste one by coming so fucking fast. Because there was no way he wasn’t going back for seconds.

When her orgasm began to fade, he bent over her body, placing a soft kiss on her shoulder. “You okay?” he asked, grinning when she huffed out a breathy laugh in response.

“So okay,” she said.

“Okay enough to go for another orgasm?” He tugged her hair away from her face, her cheeks flushed as bright red as her ass was a minute ago. Given the heat they were generating, it was no wonder she was flushed. Her hair was damp, and Dean felt a bead of sweat roll down his own back. He was going to need another shower after this.

“A second might kill me,” she confessed in a deep, hoarse voice. “But I’m willing to risk it.”

He laughed, kissing the side of her head. “Brave woman.”

After that, words fell away. Dean pulled out of her, gently guiding her to her back in the middle of the bed.

“I want to see that pretty face the next time you come.”

She widened her eyes, feigning fear, though the effect was muted when she followed it up with a wide grin.

Dean settled between her outstretched thighs, gliding back inside her once more. As God was his witness, he would swear she was even tighter this time.