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One Night of Passion (BDSM Erotica, Spanking, Rough)

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36 pages33 minutes

Summary

Sometimes a girl just needs a warm body to use for the night. A warm body with a thick, hard cock pounding inside her – stretching her to her limit to leave her aching afterwards. Or at least this girl does, and when she finds that in a hotshot Dom from her local club, she gets more than she bargained for in a night of explosive passion with no commitments, no promises. Just crazy lust, hot sex and the fulfilment they were both so desperate for.

Warning: This 7,000 word ‘quickie’ contains graphic language, explicit descriptions of sexual activity and BDSM scenes, including spanking and tit torture. Intended for audiences 18+ only.

 

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“I want you.”

The dark voice turned rough with desire and ran through me; heightening the lust that had been building in me all evening and making the ever-present need that much stronger. We were finally up in his room, alone for the night, and I could feel the air thicken around me. I looked over at him, my posture straightening as my eyes lighted with challenge and hunger. He stepped closer to me and I could almost feel the touch of him on me, his skin against my own. My heart beat faster and my pussy clenched at the thoughts that filled me. I needed this.

“Take me then.”

I was ready to rip and tear at him already, to have his clothes off and his skin under mine, to scratch and claw and bite…but I could hold back a moment longer. I wanted to feel his rough, primal need – wanted him to break the delicious tension growing between us, wanted to have that passion all over me. Still, I almost trembled with the power of it. It had been far too long. Sometimes a girl just needs a long, hard fuck – no meaning, no commitment or promises. Just hard use and a healthy ache the next day.

He was pressed up against me the next moment, pushing me back against the wall and my body thumped hard against it as I pressed backwards and looked up at him, taking in the dangerous glint in his eyes. He didn’t give me a chance to recover, one hand pressed beside me as his body pinned me in and the other came forward to curl around my head, holding it firmly with his fingers twined in my hair. He came forward and his mouth came down to meet my eager lips, my body pressing upward against him despite the slight discomfort of the pull against my hair…or perhaps even because of it.
I gasped as my body met his, feeling the hard, warm flesh against me and the sparks it sent coursing through me as the electricity in the air narrowed to that contact. Then my mouth was taken and I was pushing inside with my tongue, tangling with his as my arms came around to feel him, touch him. I gripped his shoulders as he worked my mouth hard, the soft stubble rubbing against my skin and his clever tongue invading easily. The strength and power in our contact melted my body against him, making me unable to resist the desire coursing through me. I sighed into him even as my hands were roaming, touching as much as I could and enjoying the feel of firm muscle under his clothes, just wanting more – more!

I ran my hands up under his shirt, running my fingers through the coarse hair on his chest and letting him feel my nails as his skin twitched under me. He pressed forward, almost crushing me against the wall, and I exhaled heavily against him, nipping his lip as the soft stubble was starting to scratch, eager for the slight burn that would build. I wrapped my arms around him, loving the hardness of his back and digging in as his tongue drove me wild, flicking against every part of my mouth and devouring all of me. This was what I needed.

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