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“Fuck. I can’t see straight when I’m around you. I’ve been trying to be so good for you. I’ve been trying to be a good man, and it’s like you’re begging me to be bad,” I admit. We’re in a scene, playing our roles, but the honesty is seeping through. How can I correlate the man I want to be for her and the animal she draws out?

I slide into her wet heat, feeling her muscles contract, strangling my cock as I push myself further in. She huffs out a breath, her knuckles white from gripping the desk. I’m so deep now I’ve bottomed out. Her ass lifts even higher, and she snakes her hand down between her thighs.

She rolls my balls in her hand for a few moments, and I pull back, losing her touch but slapping straight back in. She cries out, whimpering, moaning, begging me for more. Her hand is still between her legs as I push into her punishingly hard.

“Are you touching that needy little clit of yours, Killer? Gonna rub that little nub until you come all over my cock?”

Her moans are her only response. I love her like this, so wet and needy, she can barely form words. I’m only rewarded with grunts and moans until I spill into her, taking her over the edge with me. But we’re not there yet. I push on, gripping her hips so hard I’m going to leave bruises. My chest puffs out at the thought of marking her, keeping her as my own forever.

“Are you going to mention former lovers to me againafter I’ve made you come, Olivia?” I ask.

She moans again, and I pause, waiting for her to respond.

“Please don’t stop, Austin, please. I’m so close.”

“Answer my question.”

“No, never. I only meant that you’re the only man that’s ever made me scream like that. You always make me come so hard. Please, Austin, I’m begging you, please let me come on your cock. I need you. I need you so badly.”

“Fuck, baby, you’re so perfect, you know that?” I slam into her, and she cries out a string of yeses. “You’re so fucking perfect. The way your cunt squeezes my cock, I’m close to coming in seconds with you. Did you know that? The way I always have to hold myself back because I’d blow my load like a fucking teenager otherwise.”

I thrust into her, the desk moving forward a few inches from the force of it. The desk rattles, my chair wheels away from the desk, and the computer screen shakes, dangerously close to falling on Olivia’s head or the floor. I pull her back into me so that only her elbows are propping her against the desk.

“Rub that clit for me, baby. Rub it just the way you like. I want to feel you strangle my cock with that perfect pussy, okay? Can you do that for me?”

Fuck, I sound so desperate. So fucking on edge all the time. This woman is changing me, building me up to be a desperate sap, and I fucking love it.

“Yes, Austin, I can do it. Please, I’m so close. Don’t slow down.”

“Come for me now, Killer. Take what you need.”

Her pussy contracts as her usual loud cries fall by the wayside for a guttural groan that lasts anywhere from ten seconds to ten minutes. The tightening muscles around my cock pull me over the edge with her, and my thrusts become jagged and uneven. She milks me for everything I can give, and as I finish, I step closer to the desk so it can take our weight. Leaning over her, I pepper kisses down her back, whisperingpromises I shouldn’t be thinking about making.

“You’re mine, Killer. I’m not letting you go.”

With a sheen of sweat on her back and her ruffled hair, she’s perfect. Looking thoroughly fucked, her hooded eyes sink into a deep tiredness.

I pull out of her, my come links us together, and as the remainder seeps out of her, I use my fingers to force it back in. Her pussy flinches as I push in and out of her swollen lips.

She sighs contentedly, and I pause to give her a break. Picking up a pack of tissues, I wipe her clean and myself.

“Did you like the way I spoke to you during that, Olivia?” I ask, doing my best to keep my face neutral. As Alfie says, I need to keep up good communication, and punishment isn’t something we’ve discussed before.

She grins, nodding, looking up at me through her thick lashes. She’s biting her lip, and I know she means it. But still, we should discuss it, right?

“You know I was just playing with you, right?” I say, helping her into her leggings as she steadies herself by resting her hands on my shoulders.

I’m looking up at her from my knees, and like a queen I’ve come to worship, she’s looking down at me adoringly.

After she’s pulled up her leggings, I pull her crop top over her head. She adjusts the tight fabric so her breasts are comfortable and fucking bulging out the top. She must notice my face because she giggles as she leans her forehead against my chest. It tugs at my lips, too. I don’t think I’ve smiled so much since I was a kid. She really is a light that shines on everyone around her. You can’t help but feel warm.

“What do you mean, playing with me?” she asks, squeezing her arms around me.

“I mean, you can talk to me at any time about any former partner or anything else you want to talk about. When I was punishing you, it was just for fun, but if you don't find it fun, I won’t play that way again.”

She frowns. “You know I loved that, right? That was oneof the best orgasms of my life.”

“I know, I fucking felt it, Olivia. I thought you were gonna bruise my dick; you were squeezing it so hard. I’m gonna start calling your pussy anaconda for the way it squeezes me to death.”