“Like this?” he asked.

And then he was there again, meeting her stroke for stroke, until she had no words left, because all she could do was hold on. Her world was rocking on its axis, then shattering all around her. She quaked with the force of it, dug her nails into his shoulders, and cried out with the power of her orgasm. Trick was right there with her, his mouth buried against her neck, causing chills to erupt all over her skin. And when he thrust over and over, groaning against her when he came, she held tight to him and closed her eyes, just feeling him as he rocked against her until he settled.

It was always like this with them. So fun at the beginning, and then so intense it shook her to her very core. But Trick was like a drug, and no matter how many times she left his place and she swore it was going to be the last time, she knew she’d want more.

He was very dangerous, but she was a strong woman. She’d walked away from him before, and she could do it again.

She would do it again.

Trick withdrew and left to dispose of the condom, then climbed onto the bed and pulled her against his chest. Unlike a lot of men, he didn’t seem to have a problem with holding her after sex. Usually she was the one who was disconnected, needing that emotional distance. Tonight, though, she’d allow it. She enjoyed being back in his arms again.

“Hungry for that pizza now?” he asked as he smoothed his hands up and down her stomach.

“Stop. We are not having pizza.”

“Look at your stomach. You look undernourished.”

She laughed. “Trust me. I eat plenty. I have to or I’d pass out during rehearsals. I could use a little protein, though. You’ve depleted my reserves.”

He rolled her over onto her back, then raised her arms above her head, pinning them with his hand. A rush of pleasure enveloped her.

“Is that right? If I depleted them a little more, can we order a pizza?”

He nibbled around her nipple, licked it, flicked it with his tongue, then devoured it with his mouth. Heated pleasure enveloped her.

“If you keep doing that, you can have anything you want.”

He lifted his head. “Oh, I’m just getting started. By the time I’m done, we’re going to have breadsticks, too.”

“Give it your best shot.”

He moved his hand between her legs, teasing her with his fingers. She wanted to touch him, but he still held her wrists with one hand, leaving her helpless. Not that she minded, especially with the way he stroked her with easy movements, coaxing her arousal. And when he dipped a finger inside her, she was already hot and ready to come again.

“You’re wet, your pussy tightening around my finger,” he said, whispering in her ear, his voice dark with promise. “I’m hard again, ready to fuck you. I think this time I want you on a pillow on your belly so I can enter you from behind. I love looking at your ass while I’m fucking you, Stella.”

Her belly tumbled, a mix of desire and the visual of Trick pumping into her from behind. “Do it. Let’s do it now.”

He released her wrists, grabbed a couple of pillows, and plumped them up in the center of the bed.

“On your stomach on those,” he said, helping her get into position by grasping her hips. He moved in between her legs. “That’s it. Get your ass up in the air.”

His words never failed to turn her on. He put on a condom, and she felt his legs brush against hers.

“I love your ass, Stella. So tight and beautiful.” He ran his hands over her butt, gave her a light slap.

She shivered at the unexpected sting, but it only made her pussy quiver. “I liked that.”

“Want more?”

“Yes.”

He smacked the other butt cheek, and she arched upward.

This time, he slid his cock into her, grasping her butt cheeks as he withdrew and thrust. And when he smacked her again, she tightened around him.

“You’re hot. Wet. And you like a little spanking, don’t you?”

“Yes. Fuck me.”

She was wild with the need for him. For what he did to her. For the things he made her feel. The sting of the swats only served to ratchet up her desire—a hot, coiling need of pleasured agony. She reached between her legs to rub her clit, to take her right where she needed to be.

“Are you going to make yourself come?” he asked, smacking her again. The red-hot sting almost tipped her over the edge, but she held back, wanting him to go with her.

“Yes. Oh, God, yes. Fuck me, Trick, make me come.”

He dug his fingers into her hips and she knew from the hard thrusts he wasn’t far from going off himself. She hung on the barest edge, suspended, and when he gave her the last smack, she went over, this time with him, his groans and hard pumps into her sending her into a moaning orgasm that wracked her with wild shudders, leaving her spent and exhausted.