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There’s an intensity in the way he watches me, like he’s memorizing every inch of me, every breath I take. It’s not just a stare; it’s a raw, unspoken claim, as if he knows exactly how much power he holds over me and takes sick pleasure in making me feel it. But there’s something else there, too, something magnetic. His gaze softens, just a fraction, before he exhales a long, deliberate breath that makes my chest tighten. “Fuck, baby. I love that look on your face.” What look? I want to ask, but I don’t get the chance when he latches on to my hip and holds his cock at my back hole. And then he thrusts in. His crown presses against the tight ring of muscles and the round tip breaks through. He’s in my ass. A man’s dick is in my ass. I drop my head on the pillow, my lips trembling. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Slap. The spank on my ass wrenches me out of my head and brings me back to the present in full-blown colors. “Relax, don’t allow your body to fight me.” He kneads the skin he just slapped in