Page 82 of Sportsball is for Lovers

And then he spanks me again.

And again.

The contrast of his sharp, cracking smacks and the soft way he caresses me in between is doing funny things to my brain. It’s hovering just out of reach, taunting me, tantalizing.

I want it so bad.

Sub-space.

It’s that floaty feeling when the endorphins hit and everything feels good. Jared doesn’t send me there every time, but when he does…

I want it. I need it.

“You’re doing so well,” he says. His voice sounds far away. “You’re taking this so well.”

I can feel the impact of his hand against my ass, but the sensation is muted, the blooming burn fading into a warm glow.

Jared’s hand teases between my legs, gathering the wetness before he slides two fingers inside of me. Every sensation is heightened, every nerve in my body alive and humming.

He sets a rough pace, fingering me quickly. Just as I start to really get into the groove, he pulls his fingers out and spanks me again.

I come alive, pleasure blooming from deep within me.

“That’s it, baby.” He slips his fingers through my crack, dragging the wetness there. My hole clenches, wanting him there, everywhere. “You’re doing so good.”

“Please.” My voice comes out muffled by the bedspread. “Please, sir.”

His fingers thrust inside of me and I nearly explode. There’s added pressure as he adds a third finger, stretching me as far as I like. Fisting is a no-go for me.

When he releases my wrists, I pause for a second, unsure. And then he’s helping me onto my hands and knees.

“Fuck yourself on my fingers, baby,” Jared says. “Take what you need.”

With the added leverage, I arch my back and do as he says, taking his fingers deep inside me.

He brushes some hair out of my face. The tender sweetness in his eyes contrasted with the filthy way he’s fingering me makes me clench around him.

“That’s it,” he murmurs. “You’re doing so good.”

And it’s the praise that sends me tumbling over the edge. Pleasure courses through my veins, coalescing into a ball of fire deep within me. My vision goes black and my arms give out and I collapse onto his lap.

When I come to a few minutes later, I’m laying in the bed under the covers, Jared’s warm body wrapped around me.

In his arms, I feel safe. Protected. Cherished.

“How’re you doing?” he murmurs, his arm heavy around my back.

I assess rather than give him a glib answer.

“My ass is kind of sore.”

“I’ll get you some aloe,” Jared says. He runs his hand through my hair. “Other than that?”

“I feel good. Loose.” I wiggle my arms a little, trapped as they are against his chest. My thoughts aren’t heavy anymore. I feel like I can breathe again.

His soft smile makes me glow inside. “I’m glad.”

“Did you come?”