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Story: Desired By you

I stand behind her, stroking the palm of my hand over her ass cheek before I give her a light slap on her ass. She jolts forward, letting out a moan of pleasure.

“Is that too much?”

“No, it’s not enough.”

“Does my naughty girl like it when I spank her?”

‘Yes.”

“If I touch your pussy, will I find it dripping for me?”

She doesn’t say anything. I stroke my fingers over her ass crack and she whimpers. I continue until my fingers find her soaked pussy and I push two fingers inside her.

“Oh god,” she cries out again as I tease her, pumping slowly.”

“So, fucking wet.”

I get on my knees, my eyes now level with her entrance. I watch as my fingers push in and out, her arousal coating my fingers. I quicken the pace, the sound of her arousal echoingaround my bedroom. I spank her lightly and her walls clamp around my fingers.

I let out a low chuckle. ‘Dirty girl, you like it when my fingers pump your tight cunt and I spank you? Is that it? Is that what you like?” Her legs begin to tremble, and she buries her face into the comforter.

“Please,” she begs.

“Please, what? Stop?”

“No, no,” she says desperately.

“Please, more?” I say, teasing her, pushing my fingers all the way in, curling and hitting that sweet spot.

“Yes, more, please, more,” she begs, fisting the sheets. Her ass backs up, grinding down on the palm of my hand, and the sight makes me feral.

“I love it when you beg,” I growl.

I pull my fingers out, cup the globes of her ass cheeks and bury my face into her soaked pussy and she lets out a strangled moan that has my dick throbbing, desperate to be inside her. I push my tongue inside and reach my hand in between her legs and rub her clit.

“Yes, yes.”

I smile against her pussy, knowing I’ve got her right where I want her.

Her legs quiver, and I tap her ass once again before I rise to my feet pulling her up. Her body falls into my chest, and I wrap my hand around her slender neck, running my tongue up the sleek arch of her neck.

“I want you on your knees, baby girl. You’re going to suck my cock, and then I’m going to fuck you until you forget his name.”

I undo my belt as she sinks to her knees. I back up, removing my suit pants and then take a seat on the chair opposite her.

“Crawl to me.”

I wait for her to tense up, falter, retreat to shy and nervous Gabriella, but to my surprise, she doesn’t. She outstretches her toned arms, her back arched as she moves like a feline, as if she were moving to a sultry beat, and watching her takes me back to watching her perform for me at the club. My body heats, coiling so tight I grip the arms of the chair to stop myself from reaching out and rushing this. When she reaches me and glides her smooth hands up my thighs and pushes them apart, I’m fucking gone.

“Is this what you want, Brad? Me, at your mercy?” I could come right now just from the sound of her voice.

“Fuck,” I groan out.

I don’t know where this version of Gabriella has come from. Maybe it’s been there all along, buried and weighted beneath her need to please others.

She reaches for the hem of my briefs and pulls them down and my erect dick springs free.

She wastes no time taking my cock into her mouth, sucking and swirling her tongue as she cups my balls and I nearly go off. My nostrils flare, a deep rumble comes from my chest, and I fist her hair, holding her firmly as her head bobs up and down.