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“Already dripping for me.” His fingers ghost along my inner thigh. “All from sucking my cock.”
Heat floods my face, but I don’t deny it, not when the evidence is so obvious.
“Count.” His hand cracks against my ass. No warning, just heat and sting.
I jolt forward, a whimper tearing from my throat. “One.”
Another sharp slap. “Two.”
His other hand grips my hip, holding me steady as he continues. Each strike sends shockwaves of pleasure-pain through my body until I’m a shaking mess.
“Ten,” I choke out.
“Such a good girl.” His palm soothes my heated skin, mixing pain with comfort and pleasure. “You take everything I give you, don’t you? So fucking perfect.”
My body moves on his own, pressing back into his touch, silently begging for more. He laughs, wicked and dark.
“Eager little thing.” His fingers dip lower, circling my entrance. “Is this what you want?”
“Please.”
He slides two fingers inside me, curling them, and my legs quiver as he sets a merciless pace.
“Look at you.” His voice turns to a growl, a vibration I feel everywhere. “Begging for it. Do you want more?”
“Just—” I pant. “Stop teasing.”
“Teasing?” His hand wraps around my neck, not squeezing, just holding. “I haven’t even started.”
The blunt head of him presses against me, and I grip the sheets as he pushes in, filling me inch by torturous inch.
“Fuck.” I press my stomach into the bed.
He starts moving, each thrust going deeper. “Take it all.”
I rock back, chasing more.
His fist tangles in my hair, yanking my head up. “Greedy girl.”
“Please.”
He snaps his hips harder. “Tell me what you need.”
“Harder—fuck—deeper.”
“Since you asked so nicely.”
The pace turns brutal. Skin slaps against skin as he pounds into me, claiming every inch.
“You’re made for this, aren’t you? Made for me.” He slaps my ass, keeping up the rhythm. “Taking my cock so perfectly.”
“Brandon. I’m?—”
“Not yet.” His palm presses against my stomach, holding me still. “You come when I say.”
I whimper, hovering right on the edge as he maintains a slower but no less maddening rhythm. My thighs shake with the effort of holding back.
“You like that?” His hips snap deep. “Like being my good little slut?”