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He stands over me, legs spread as he cups my chin to hold me steady.

“Open wide, relax your throat,” he orders as he pushes further still.

I start to cough, but he doesn’t relent.

“Swallow.” He yanks on my hair until I do as he tells me to. It helps, and he inches forward again.

I squeeze his shaft, stroking him as he thrusts in and out of my throat. Saliva drips down my chin, sliding down his cock onto my hand. It’s sloppy and loud, and my body is on fire.

“Such a good girl for me.” He drags meforward, thrusting into my throat until my nose is nearly buried in the tight curls of his pubic hair.

I move my hands to his thighs, holding on and giving over.

“Look at me, Mira. Give me your eyes,” he orders, still not giving me an inch.

I do my best, rolling my eyes up to his. A proud grin greets me.

“Your tears are beautiful.” He moves his hand from my chin, catching a tear before it rolls off my jaw.

Bringing his wet thumb to his mouth, he licks off my tears. “Sweet, too.”

I drag in a breath through my nose and sweep my tongue across the bottom of his head. His eyes roll back, and his jaw flexes.

An animalistic growl escapes his chest, rumbling through his entire body before he yanks himself out of my mouth. I’m lifted up from my knees and thrown onto the bed. Before I can scramble away, he grabs my hips and flips me over to my belly.

“On all fours.” He spanks my ass, over and over until I’m in the position he wants.

With his hand wrapped around the back of my neck, he shoves my face into the mattress. The thick head of his cock presses against my pussy.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me tonight, Mira?” He pushes the very tip of his cock past my entrance.

“Yes!”

More spanks pepper my ass, spreading a fire over my skin and fanning the flames of my arousal.

“Full obedience. Anything less gets punished.” Another round of smacks strikes and has me moaning into the mattress.

It’s different, this way, then when he was trying to punish me. The sting spreads and fades and melts into my body, mixing with pleasure.

“Yes!” I nod my head as best I can with his hand on my neck, and it seems to be enough.

In the next moment he thrusts inside of me with a grunt. I cry out as my body stretches to accommodate him. But he’s not fazed by it. He drives into me again and again.

Our bodies slap against each other. Between thrusts, he spanks my ass.

“Oh fuck.” I fist the sheets beneath me.

“Reach back and spread your ass cheeks,” he orders.

I hesitate.

A quick volley of smacks, harder than the others, strike the same spot on my ass until I whimper. Once I grab hold of my cheeks, he stops.

“Spread them.” He orders, his voice raw and harsh.

Pulling them apart, my face erupts into flames. But the embarrassment is short-lived when he presses the pad of his thumb to my asshole.

“No. No clenching,” he instructs, rubbing his thumb against the ring of muscle. “It will only make it harder for you.”