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She squirmed then as I drove steadily forward, my spread palm upon her back pinning her in place upon the desk, while I splayed the slot of her sex open with my fingers, easing the way as much as I could for the veined thickness of my shaft. It was slow at first, Geneva tensing and panting as I sank deeper and deeper within the heated, wet clutch of her cunt. I eased back, touching the now very swollen bud of her clit, giving it a tiny pinch as I pushed forward once more.

That time, she whined softly, her thighs trembling visibly, her hamstrings standing out, her buttocks tightening, then loosening, then squeezing hard again almost as if they had minds of their own.

“Please… it… it hurts.” she hissed, her hands rigid where they pressed to the desktop. I smiled at the sight, loving that it was proving so difficult for her to take me.

“It’s okay, Geneva. This is part of it. Breathe… that’s it, breathe. It’s supposed to be hard for you. It’s what you need, even if you don’t understand why.” I squeezed her ass harshly, bending over her. “And I like that too. How your whole body is trembling right now, your pussy looking so good around my cock.”

She mewled, but other than another gasp, didn’t protest further.

Slowly, relentlessly, I worked more and more of my cock inside her. When her body tensed, and she tried to rise up to her feet, I pinned her back down to the desk. “Stay where you are, bad girl. We aren’t done here until I’ve stretched you out fully. We have a ways to go yet.”

In truth, I was barely halfway inside her, and I could already feel the firm nose of her cervix against the meatus of my cock on each deeper plunge. I reveled in the dark satisfaction of having her pant and whimper as I drove inside her, each time pushing further and further, until I was bottoming out within her seething pussy every time. She went rigid, groaning when I bumped fully against her cervix. “Hurts! Ah, God… so tight!”

“It feels so good too though, doesn’t it? Oh, I felt that clench, bad girl.” I ruffled her sweaty hair, stroking under it, gripping her nape. “I know. I know what you’re really struggling with. That you like this. That you like me being strict with you, not letting you off easy at all. You don’t understand it, but your body can’t hide it. It tells the truth, the same truth squeezing and dripping around my cock right now. I know, sweet Geneva. Oh, yes, I know.” Rather than relent, knowing how arduous it was for her, instead I increased the pace, taking up a brisk plunge and retreat that had her head coming up, a mewling moan escaping her lips each time I rammed home.

I’d never felt a cunt so tight, and yet, I’d never had one so incredibly wet either, my swinging balls awash in her juices, the obscene, wet sounds we made together filling the room as I took her harder and harder, ignoring her increasingly desperate vocalizations ripped involuntarily from her lips as I rode her relentlessly.

“Please… please!” She panted out the words, almost squeaking.

“You remember what… I said?” I asked, beginning to breathe harder too, my orgasm starting to build. It had been too long, and I needed the release far more than I’d anticipated.

“Yes… I… please, it’s so fucking… big! Too much!”

But she didn’t snap her fingers, and I beamed at it, proud of her for her fortitude.

“No, it’s not. You can take it. I know you can. You’re such a good girl.” I smoothed back the sodden hair from where it had shrouded her face. I planted a kiss between her shoulder blades, the fabric of her blouse smooth and cool against my lips. “Very brave.”

There was something about her, her petite form, her vulnerability, how it made me feel as I loomed huge and implacable over her, like a monster, my beast to her unspeakable beauty, that only amplified my own arousal still higher.

Then as I drove still faster, her voice cried out, shock, desperation, pain, and utter abandon in the squeaked words. “Oh, fuck… I’m… I’m gonna come! Oh, God, oh, God… oh, my fucking God!”

Her pussy squeezed fiendishly tight around me then, over and over it clamped upon my plunging length. I smacked her bottom, growling at her. “Come on that cock. Yes, fuck, just like that. Come now! You can’t resist it. Give in to it, bad girl. Come for me… that’s it. That’s it!”

Over and over when her cries began to dwindle, her body relaxing ever so slightly, I increased my thrusts, holding her down, murmuring in her ear, “I want more. Give me more. Let go. You can’t control it. I control it. I control this cunt, this body. I want more, bad girl. Give it to me!”

I lost track of how many times she spasmed and cried out, staked upon the girth of my cock. The room was awash in her scent, her fluids soaking the both of us, dripping down to the floor between our feet.

Unable to resist any longer, the tremendous pressure, pleasure, and mind-blowing sensation of my orgasm rushing up from the very center of my core, I reared back, my eyes shut tight, grunting and groaning as I exploded within her, my cum pouring forth, filling her almost instantly. My breath was labored as I snapped my hips against her once, twice, a third time, loving the way she cried out at each cruel thrust.

Finally, I was spent, and I slumped forward, my body entirely laid over hers. She breathed shallow and quick, as if terrified I might crush the life from her. As the last dying pulses of my semen jetted deep inside her, the clutch of her sex spasming again around me, I cooed at her ear, barely able to keep my breath, so devastatingly powerful had been my own orgasm.

She was beyond words as I kissed and nibbled at her ear, whispering, “You were… so good. But this… is only… the beginning.” I coursed a hand up and down her bare hip, my touch possessive, arrogant, demanding. “We’ve only started stretching out this cunt of yours.”

“Oh, fuck… I…”

“Shh, be still.” I kissed her cheek, nuzzling the hair plastered to her there. “Soon, you won’t know a day where you’re not walking around with a sore pussy, the memory of me taking you haunting you day and night. And yet, all you’ll want is more of it. More pleasure, more pain—oh, yes, more of that, too. More giving me what you know only I’m strong enough to take from you.”

“Yes… no… fuck, what’s happening to me?”

I smiled in triumph as I kissed her hair, inhaling the dizzying scent of her lust and her exquisite vulnerability.

“What’s happening is simple, Geneva. I’m showing you what you need.” I gently bit the softness of her earlobe. “I’m showing you what you are.”

CHAPTER 11

Rick

The deck seating at Angelo’s was stunning. I’d never actually been there on a sunny, warm day; most of the time it was impossible to get a table, even on days with shitty weather. But when it came to landing a coveted dining spot, it helped to be friends with Will Ellison.

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