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Damn.

“You’re such a pretty little thing, aren’t you? How did I miss it?”

I move behind her, my movements stiff from my boner. I run a hand down her back, gently pushing her forward, and tuck the paddle between my knees. Using both hands, I spread the flesh of her cheeks. She flinches at the intrusion, and I notice how her fingers grip the sides of the desk.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” I say, fingering her puckered hole. “Rat would have torn this tight little hole right up. I’ll get you good and ready first, okay?”

I spread her cheeks wider and bend, taking a long lick. She lurches forward, slamming her hips into the desk, a soft sigh floating back to me. Her reaction makes me harder than before, like I’d been when I’d jerked off earlier watching Miller fuck her. When she’s good and slippery, I lick my fingers and push one in slowly, easing my way inside.

“Don’t fight,” I tell her when I feel her tense. “It’ll hurt less.” She takes a deep, steadying breath. “That’s right. Fuck you’re tight,” I say, pulling my finger out and then pushing it back in again. “God, Miller said your pussy was good, but this? Jesus. Seems a stupid to waste it on the paddle.”

A shudder runs through her, and a bead of sweat slides down her backside. I bend and lick it off her skin, and slowly add a second finger in, stretching her out. With my other hand, I reach between her legs. She’s warm, slippery and wet.

My balls constrict. Damn. Despite the indignation and tears, this girl is hot for this.

“You like it, don’t you?” I ask, bending to speak right in her ear. “It feels good and exciting and new.”

She nods her head. “Yes.”

“If you want, I can fuck you instead of using the paddle.” I flick her clit. “You can feel me deep inside, filling you up. Is that what you want?”

Her forehead drops to the tabletop, and she turns her face to the side so she can see me. “You’re too big.”

“Rat and Royer are going to expect you to barely be able to walk when you get out of here.” I catch her eye. “It’s me or the paddle. I know it’s scary the first time, but I can promise you one thing. I’ll make it good for you.”

Her teeth bare down on her bottom lip, but she nods her approval—herwant. I push down my joggers and pull out my cock, pushing it between her legs to get her juices over the head and shaft.

I wiggle my fingers one last time, spreading her out, then press the tip of my cock right up to the hole. Fighting the urge to just fuck right in, pounding my way into her ass, I take it easy, as she clutches the edges of the desk.

“That’s it,” I tell her. She has two dimples dotting the flesh. I press my thumbs into them. “Don’t fight me.”

Once I’m all the way in, I pull out slowly, letting her get used to it. I’m not here to tear her up—not like Rat would have. I’m here to do my job, show some brotherly love and get my nut off in the process. But I don’t have to be nice like this. I could use and abuse her any way I want.

“How’s that feel?” I move quicker now, building a controlled rhythm.

“Wrong,” she admits, crying out when I push in harder. “It hurts, but… it also feels good.”

“It’s okay to like dirty, painful things.”

There’s a part of me that wishes Miller was in here now. She’s not the first girl we’ve shared, but this feels different. It doesn’t just feel good; itfeels right. This secret girl hiding in our midst. The knowledge is deep in my bones, in the tight cinch of my balls, the hollow of my chest. I bite down on my bottom lip and hold in a groan, wanting it to last, but the tight muscles surrounding my dick are too much to bear and Reagan’s back arches, spurring me on.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god…” she chants, slamming her ass back against my lower abdomen. I wrap my arm around her waist, dragging my fingers back over her clit, pounding into her with deep strokes.

“Come for me,” I tell her. “Come on, I know you’re ready.”

“I don’t—”

“You do,” I tell her. “Stop fighting so hard and fucking come.”

The command unleashes something from within. Her pussy quakes against my fingers. Her body slouches and she’s sweaty and loose. I angle her back over the desk, holding her up. The aftershocks of her orgasm ricochet through her body and I pick up the pace, punching into her until my balls feel like they’re being squeezed by a vise, and I come hard and relentless, filling her up.

Even as I empty myself, my belly continues to twist at the scene in front of me. It’s a mix of emotion; desire at seeing her so sexy and spent, satisfaction at knowing I made her feel this way, but there’s the nagging concern that Miller and I are playing with fire.

“You okay?” I ask her, pulling out and tucking myself in my pants.

“Yeah that was…” her eyes are glazed, and she’s at a loss for words.

“For us? Epic.” I help her to stand, keeping a steady hand on her waist. “For everyone else, humiliating, horrifying, degrading.”