Page 72 of Forgotten Sacrifice

I hold my breath as his finger ghosts a soft touch over my pussy lips. “Make me come,” I whisper brazenly.

He laughs darkly as he nudges my entrance, and I moan as he pushes a finger inside me. “Why should I let such a naughty girl come?”

A mewl escapes my lips as he adds a second finger, my pussy seizing around his digits.

“Hmm, Luna? I don’t like rewarding bad behavior.”

“Please.”

He makes acome hithermotion with his fingers, and I buck wildly on his lap. “Be still,” he chastises, his erection like a steel rod beneath my pelvis.

“I can’t.” I squirm as he hits the same spot deep inside me, over and over.

“You can.”

“It feels like…” I trail off, my cheeks flaming hot.

“Like what?”

“Like I might pee on you,” I whisper.

“You won’t,” he assures me, kneading that spot relentlessly.

“But what if I do?”

“Then we’ll find out if I’m into golden showers.”

“Vince!”

Whack

I let out a feral-sounding moan, the sting and throbbing between my legs such a delicious combination.

“Christ.” He groans, bucking his hips beneath me; the friction of his thick erection against my pussy feels heavenly as he fucks me faster with his fingers. “You’re so tight, I’d mistake this for a virgin cunt if I hadn’t already been inside you.”

“Oh, God,” I pant, digging my nails into the leather couch as heat pools in my core.

Vince stills his movement, removing his fingers. “You wanna come?”

“Yes.” I whine.

Vince fixes my panties and skirt, pulling me up to sit on his lap. He leans in to kiss me, but I jerk my head away.

“Why won’t you give me your lips?” He grabs my chin, forcing me to face him.

“I’ll give you my lips when you give me my freedom.”

He growls in frustration, kissing me on the top of the head before standing with me in his arms and placing me gently on the couch. “And you’ll get your orgasm when you’re a good girl. I told you to stay in my office. Next time, your spanking will be more than love taps.”

“Ugh, I hate you,” I bitch as he walks to the door.

“That’s a dollar.”

“Owe me ninety-seven.” Vince smirks, sucking my pussy juices off his fingers before he locks the door.

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