Ruthless Creatures by J.T. Geissinger

I’m almost offended. “What? You’ve been threatening me
with it for—”
Crack!
I jerk and suck in a hard breath. My ass stings like fire
where he slapped it.
“I said, you’re not ready. Don’t make me say it again.”
“You want to play it that way? Fine—I revoke my
permission. The only way you’ll ever get to spank me is if you
let me spank you first!”
He laughs. Curls his hand tighter into my hair. Keeps
fucking me.
The smug son of a bitch.
He reaches around my body again and fondles my swollen
clit.
If someone can moan angrily, I just did.
Then suddenly, he pulls out, flips me over, spreads my
thighs, and goes down on me again, holding my wrists tightly
by my sides so I’m pinned there helplessly as he eats me.
When I’m groaning loudly and my thighs are shaking with
the effort of holding back another orgasm because I’m mad at
him, he releases me, throws my legs over his shoulders, and
drives inside me again, bending me in half.
He pins my arms over my head with one big hand gripped
around both my wrists and starts to whisper hotly into my ear
as his free hand grabs my breast and squeezes.
Only I can’t understand what he’s saying because it’s in
Russian.
Which I’m thinking is the point.
Then he kisses me. Deeply. Groaning into my mouth. The
motion of his hips falters. He breaks away from my lips with a
choked “Fuck!”
He’s trying not to come, too.