Joyce’s body was still buzzing as Ethan Blackwood carried her upstairs to the master bedroom like she weighed nothing. The red marks on her ass stung with every step, and she could feel his warm c*m slowly leaking down her thigh from their frantic kitchen encounter. Her bikini was long gone, leaving her completely naked in his strong arms.
Ethan kicked the bedroom door shut behind them and laid her gently on the king-sized bed. The room smelled like his cologne — woodsy, expensive, and masculine. Moonlight spilled through the large windows, highlighting the hard lines of his body as he stripped off his shirt, revealing broad shoulders, defined abs, and a light dusting of dark hair across his chest.
“On your back, legs spread,” he ordered, voice low and commanding. “Daddy wants to see wha
