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His hand wraps around the back of my neck, squeezing ever so slightly. “You will not ignore me again, or else.”
He doesn’t need to finish that statement. I know what he’s saying. Or else he will punish me.
I gulp. My chest heaves as I struggle to get air to my lungs. My back arches and pushes my breasts into his chest.
His deep, commanding voice goes straight to my core.
The last time he punished me, I was on my knees with a vibrator pressed against my clit as he shoved his cock down my throat.
My tongue snakes out and runs along my bottom lip. I moan at the memory, needing it to be a reality again.
“You’re thinking about the ‘or else’, aren’t you?”
I nod, afraid of my voice cracking if I dare to speak.
“I bet your cunt is dripping for me. I bet it’s begging to be stretched wide and filled with my cum.”
With one long swipe of his arm, the edge of my desk is cleared. The stack of paper scatters to the floor. I can’t be mad, though. I know exactly what’s about to happen.
Joseph lifts my pencil skirt, exposing my most intimate area, and pulls off my lace panties before tucking them into his pants pocket. “On the desk. Now.”
I position myself on the edge of my desk in front of him. He kneels on the plush carpet and eases my legs open.
Joseph fucking Marino, the mafia prince, is between my legs, eyeing me like I’m the most decadent dessert he’s ever seen.
I close my eyes and tilt my head back. My heart can’t take much more of this- seeing him eager to bring me pleasure.
“Open your eyes and look at me. Watch me feast on your pussy. Watch your arousal coat my face.”
Oh, fuck.
My arousal leaks from me, slickens my pussy and coats my lower lips. His eyes watch me like a hawk for a moment before he dives in.
His arms hold my legs open as he licks my slit.
“Oh, fuck.” I moan.
It hasn’t been long since I’ve been with Joseph, but it feels like an eternity. His tongue lashes at me, leaving searing hot pleasure in its wake.
He sucks my clit into his mouth, and I practically leap off the desk.
“It’s too much.”
It’s too sensitive.
Too much pleasure.
Is that a real thing?
“Please, just fuck me.” I beg as his tongue circles my clit before thrusting inside my pussy.
“Not until you come all over my face. Let me taste you.” His fingers replace his tongue, fucking me and bringing me closer to the edge.
He continues to deliciously torture my clit, and as hard as I try to resist, I can’t. As the edges of my vision blur, I squeeze my eyes shut and cry out. Waves of pleasure crash into me.
“Open your eyes,” Joseph commands.
I do as he says and watch as he pulls his fingers from my pussy and shoves them into my mouth. I suck his fingers into my mouth, tasting my arousal.