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Legend has it the Nazis called the US Marines “Hell Hounds”
“You ready, baby?”
“Yes.”
His hand went to my neck, collaring me lightly. He kissed me, then walked me backwards to the wall, and kissed me again. I let my hands fall back against the wall, giving myself over to him. His hand slid down the front of my body, dipping under the shirt to check on me.
He paused and rested his forehead against mine. “Cassandra. So fucking beautiful.”
“Dane.”
“I’ve wanted to do this all night,” he growled, then spun me around and pressed my body against the wall. I wriggled and he smacked my butt, then rubbed it. He repeated the movement, spanking me a little not hard enough to sting, but enough for my body to weaken. Smack, rub, smack, rub, and my brain switched off, my whole body relaxing in response to his dominance.
I gasped as he reached around, sliding his hand between me and the wall and under the shirt to finger me. My pelvis jerked up to greet his questing fingers.
“Spread,” he ordered, and I rocked my legs apart, not wanting to give him any reason to stop the wonderful movement between my legs.
He spoke in my ear while his fingers roved. “You probably figured out, I like being in control.”
“Really?” I breathed.
“Oh yeah. Thing is, I think you like it too.”
My hips moved against his hand, begging for his touch.
“You gonna be a good girl for me? You gonna give me what I want?”
My arousal ratcheted up one thousand percent.
“What do you want?” My voice sounded high and breathy.
“I want you, Cassandra. All of you,” he murmured against my temple. “You gonna give yourself to me?”
“Yes.” I closed my eyes to focus on the sensation of his fingers working between my legs.
“You gonna give me your sweet pussy?” His cock rubbed against my bottom cheeks as I arched back as far as I could, pressing my chest into the wall. He found my sweet spot and my hips bucked against his hand.
“This is mine now,” he whispered, his index finger working right against my clit. “I own this pussy. Whenever you want to touch yourself, you have to ask permission. You understand?”
“I understand,” I gasped. Anything to keep that beautiful movement against my clit.
“I mean it. Next time you want to touch, you text me and ask if you can touch this sweet pussy I own.”
“Yes, Dane.”
“Good, baby.”
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SCORCHING HOT!! I loved everything about this excerpt – the dialogue, the description, and the amazingly hot tattooed inspiration picture! lol