Corban Richardson

He smacks me across my behind with his hand. Ow... It stings.
"Yes, Sir," I mutter quickly.
"Part your legs." He puts his leg between mine, and holding my hips, he pushes my right leg to the side.
"That's better. After this, I'll let you sleep"
Sleep? I'm panting. I'm not thinking of sleep now. He reaches up and gently strokes my back.
"You have such beautiful skin, Anastasia," he breathes as he bends down and kisses me along my spine, gentle featherlight kisses. At the same time, his hands move around to my front, palming my breasts, as he does this he traps my nipples between his fingers and tugs them gently.
I stifle my moan as I feel my whole body respond, coming alive once more for him.
He gently bites and sucks me at my waist, tugging my nipples, and my hands tighten on the exquisitely carved post. His hands drop away, and I hear the now familiar tear of foil, and he kicks off his jeans.
"You have such a captivating, sexy ass, Anastasia Steele. What I'd like to do to it." His hands smooth and shape each of my buttocks, then he glides his fingers down, and he slips two fingers inside me.
"So wet. You never disappoint Miss Steele," he whispers and I hear the wonder in his voice. "Hold tight...this is going to be over quick,baby."
He grabs my hips and positions himself, and I brace myself for his assault. But he reaches over me and grabs my braid near the end and winds it around his wrist to my nape, holding my head in place. Very slowly he eased into me, pulling my hair at the same time... Oh, the fullness. He eased out of me slowly, and his other hand grabs my hip, holding tight, and then he slams into me,jolting me forward.
"Hold on, Anastasia!" he shouts through clenched teeth.
I grip the post harder and push back against him as he continues his merciless onslaught, again and again, his fingers digging into my hip. My arms are aching, my legs feel uncertain, my scalp is getting sore from his tugging my hair...and I can feel a gathering deep inside me. Oh no...and for the first time, I fear my orgasm...if I come...I'll collapse. Christian continues to move roughly against me, in me, his breathing harsh,moaning, groaning. My body is responding...how? I feel a quickening. But suddenly, Christian stills,slamming me really deep.
"Come on, Ana, give it to me," he groans, and my name on his lips sends me over the edge as I become all body and spiralling sensation and sweet, sweet release, and then completely and utterly mindless.

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