No Regrets by Claire Kent

you remember about it?” His voice had gotten low, hoarse, erotic.
    I remembered a lot of things. A lot of very sexy things.
    “You didn’t obey very well, so you had to come wait for me in here.”
    My body started to react to the memory, to the texture in his voice, which was almost a caress in and of itself. “I remember.”
    “And then I came in here and found you stretched out on my bed naked, waiting for me. You were so turned on you could hardly lie still.”
    “I know.” I shifted slightly, feeling a familiar pulsing between my legs.
    “And then you had to learn to come when I said so. But you were so eager you could barely stop yourself.” He hadn’t even touched me, but my breathing accelerated.
    “Yeah. I remember.”
    “I know you remember.” His hot eyes raked over my body, making me feel naked even in my clothes. “I made you come harder than you’d ever come before. Didn’t I?”
    “Oh, yeah, you did.”
    “You’re blushing,” he murmured, giving me a knowing look. “Like a little girl caught doing something naughty.”
    If possible, I blushed even hotter.
    “You’re embarrassed.” Josh leaned toward me at last, his hand barely skimming my breasts over my shirt. “But you’re also getting turned on, just thinking about that night.”
    I was. Turned on. Just the memory of that wild passion—completely new to me then—aroused me.
    “Aren’t you?” he demanded.
    I wanted to melt from the feelings coursing through me. “Maybe a little.”
    He sat up, giving me a familiar look of heated dominance. “Take off your clothes for me.”
    I was breathing raggedly, but I did as he said, the arousal making it hard for me to process clear thoughts. All that mattered was the way my body was throbbing, the way Josh was staring at me.
    When I was naked, he moved down the bed some and then put one hand on my thigh. “Show me.”
    “Josh—“
    “Show me,” he said again, his voice even sexier than his gaze.
    I put slightly trembling hands on my thighs and parted them for him, my pussy almost aching at the greedy, possessive look in his eyes as he watched.
    “Show me.” His eyes never wavered from between my legs.
    With a hard swallow, I used my fingers to part my intimate folds and show him my wet pussy and swollen clit.
    I was glad to see that he was aroused too. I could see it in the tension of his face and shoulders and in the slight flush on his cheeks. And in the bulge at the front of his pajama pants.
    He leaned forward and blew gently on my aroused flesh.
    My whole body shuddered, and I couldn’t hold back a whimper in response.
    “Very good,” he said thickly. “You want it again like that night, don’t you?”
    There was no sense in denying it. The evidence was there for him to see, as I exposed myself so intimately for him. “Yeah. Please.”
    “Hold your ankles, baby.” Josh straightened up.
    I did as he said, leaning back on the bed and folding my knees toward my chest—gripping my ankles to hold my legs as far apart as he wanted.
    First, he pleasured me with his fingers and mouth, until I was just on the verge of coming and begging him for release. He wouldn’t let me, though.
    Then he put on a condom, braced himself over me, and slid his cock inside me.
    He fucked me hard, pushing against my folded body in a series of forceful, rapid thrusts. He shook the bed until the headboard slammed against the wall. He jiggled my body until my breasts were bouncing against my chest, and I could barely keep a grip on my ankles.
    The motion of his cock felt raw against my already sensitive pussy, and my position was awkward and uncomfortable. But I was close to coming again almost immediately—so overwhelmed with the heat and brute force of him.
    “Are you going to come when I tell you?” he grunted, when I was practically sobbing with my need for release.
    “Oh, God. Oh, yes.”
    “Then come. Come now.”
    I let out a loud cry with my first orgasm. Then he let me release my