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Matthias

Her ass glows red from my hand. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.

Despite needing to teach her a lesson, it was hard to follow through. If she had cried, my resolve would have cracked. When she started begging, it took everything in me to continue. But I had to. She needs to understand that I’m serious. This isn’t just about defiance.

It’s about her safety.

If she leaves again, I may not find her in time.

I won’t risk that.

But when she moaned, when her pleasure bled into her cries, everything shifted.

Seeing her so wet, soaking from my punishment, sent something dark and primal through me. My cock hardened instantly.

I knew she’d like it.

She’s perfect for me.

“My good girl deserves a reward for taking her punishment so well.” My voice deepens with approval.

My cock aches, straining against my pants, desperate for a release. But first, I need to feel her.

I slide my fingers through her slick folds, no teasing, no waiting. I thrust two inside her, groaning at the way her cunt sucks them in.

She’s so tight.

I start slowly, careful not to hurt her, but she’s already lost in the feeling, hips rolling, chasing more, moaning so fucking beautifully.

The view is devastating. Her plump ass in the air, her soaked pussy swallowing my finger, her thick hips fucking my hand.

I have to look away, so I don’t come in my pants.

If she saw my face right now, if she saw how gone I am for her, she’d know she owns me.

I add a third finger when she’s ready.

She needs to be stretched and prepared. Because I won’t hurt her. But I will ruin her.

She’s bucking uncontrollably now. I’m grinding my teeth, trying to hold myself together. Then I feel her tighten. Her body climbs toward release. I pull out.

She gasps, twisting in frustration.

“No! Please, Matty. Let me come. I’ve been a good girl.” She pleads in a wrecked voice.

She thinks I’m denying her.

She doesn’t understand, the only punishment here is my own.

“Sweet girl, when you come, it’ll be on my cock. Don’t you want that?” Hunger bleeds into my tone, taking it over.

“Yes, Matty. Please. Please fuck me.”

Fuck, her begging. I always knew she’d beg for me .

I can’t help the smirk. In the end, she did. Not that it changes anything. Nothing could stop me from taking her.

“Well, since you asked so nicely…” I let the gloat seep in my voice. “Get on the bed.”

Before I’ve finished speaking, she scrambles off my lap. Watching her crawl onto the mattress, hips swaying, has me gripping my cock through my pants just to keep from coming. My girl entices me like no other.

I yank off my slacks and shirt, not giving a fuck where they land.

When I look up, she’s eye-fucking me. I slow my movements, teasing her, letting her see what’s hers.

Enough waiting.

I prowl onto the mattress, like a predator stalking his prey. But before I take her, I need to taste her.

She’s on her back, legs bent at the knees, feet planted on the bed. Spread wide open for me.

I slide down, positioning myself between her thighs. She props herself on her elbows, watching me, holding her breath.

I inhale deeply, savoring her scent. It’s sweet. Fruity. Addictive.

I groan, unable to wait another second. I lick her. A flat and slow stroke, dragging my tongue over her clit. We moan in unison. Her taste is lethal.

I don’t hold back. I devour her, lap her up, pull her into my mouth. I grab her thighs, spreading her wider, dragging her closer onto my awaiting mouth.

I want her suffocating me.

I want her to be the last thing I ever breathe.

Her moans turn desperate. Her fingers dig in my hair, tugging, pulling me in deeper. She’s grinding on my face, chanting my name.

I won’t last much longer .

Neither will she.

“Please, Matty.” Her desperation overwhelming her.

I smirk against her soaked pussy. “What do you need, sweetheart?”

She shudders, hips jerking at my words. “You. Please. I need to come. I need your cock. Please fuck me.”

I can’t deny her. Just like she can’t disobey me, I can’t tell her no. Especially if it’s my cock she wants. She’ll always get whatever she wants from me. She just hasn’t learned her power yet.

“Good girl,” I murmur, kissing up her body, trailing my tongue over her flushed skin.

I hover over her face as my cock hangs between her thighs. I can feel her heat against me.

I kiss her, fucking her with my tongue still coated in her juices. She kisses me back, desperate, wild, unrestrained.

By the time we come up for air, she’s gasping, wrecked. I take her in. Messy hair. Swollen lips. Flushed cheeks.

I let my gaze drag lower. Jiggling tits. Soft stomach. Smooth pussy. Thick thighs.

“Beautiful.” My voice is pure reverence.

As much as I want to draw this out, I physically can’t. I can’t wait any longer. I need her.

I grab my cock, rub the tip through her slick folds, and coat myself in her wetness. I push inside her. She winces.

I freeze instantly. “Are you okay, sweetheart?”

She nods, but I don’t move. Not until she pulls me in deeper.

I push in slowly, inch by inch, until I’m buried inside her to the hilt. Her warmth wraps around me like home. She tenses, squeezing me, and I nearly black out.

Fuck, she’s so tight .

“Good job, sweetheart. You took me so well. You’re such a good girl.” I praise her, meaning every word.

She clenches again at my words, and I groan.

I make a vow to myself, to her, to the universe that I’ll be inside her every single day. Not a day will pass where I don’t savor her. Claim her. Own her.

There will never be anyone else.

There’s only Margot.