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That he could make me scream until I couldn’t scream anymore.

Literaryhavemercy, that made me so wet I felt like I had a fucking Slip’N Slide between my thighs instead of panties.

And thoughts of a Slip’N Slide being a childhood toy he has no clue about brought me back to the whole we probably shouldn’t be doing this because age does matter.

The question is how much.

“We could always just…” H briefly pauses to pull his blue t-shirt over his head, “cuddle?”

Tight, tattooed, muscles mercilessly trap my attention, sending my jaw to my toes during the process.

Is that shit…real?!

Do his abs have back up abs?!

Can I trace the outline of his wave line design that runs along his lower stomach?

Perhaps I should…at least get a closer look?

Taste?

Definitely a taste.

With my teeth.

Hogan cockily smirks as if he can hear the filthy thoughts tumble around my head prompting one very definitive idea to take root.

Fuck it.

I deserve to do more than grade papers, read romance novels, and make chicken cacciatore recipes recommended by everyone’s favorite celebrity chef.

How long it takes me to get from my bedroom door over to H is unknown.

A lot like how fast our clothes go from on to off.

And when he manages to fish out a condom.

Or put it on for that matter.

In fact, the only thing I do know, without a doubt, is that getting myself into a position I’ve never tried before should be nerve racking, but it isn’t.

It’s so fucking incredible that I throw my head back and helplessly moan as I slowly sink down his swollen shaft, feet planted firmly flat on my mattress, fingers anchored onto his shoulders, eyes growing more and more hooded each time my soaking wet pussy inundates another inch. “Ohmy-”

“Nah, Teach,” H abruptly interrupts with a harsh tug of my completely freed hair – that I don’t even know when it became that way. “My cock. My name.” A second yank sends a shiver down my spine. “Thems the rules.” His other hand moves to cup my ass. “Got it?”

“Yes,” airily leaves me without my consent courtesy of another pull.

“Yes…” his fingers execute an unexpected spank, “who?”

“H!” I practically scream, equally surprised by my enjoyment of such a salacious action.

“You like that shit?” He purrs on another swat. “You like when I make that ass bounce?”

“Yes,” thoughtlessly leaps from my lips once more.

Holy shit.

I did not know that I was into being spanked!