Page 137 of The Pucking Wrong Man

That was wrong, right?

“I want you to repeat something for me, before the next one. Can you do that for me, baby girl?”

“Yes,” I sighed, stiffening when his fingers pushed through my cheeks...down, down until he was sliding through the slick practically dripping out of my core.

He withdrew his fingers, and I watched him side-eyed as he sucked my juices off his fingers with a groan.

That made me squirm. I needed those fingers back.

“Brats get spanked. Repeat that, Anastasia.”

“What? No,” I breathed, but there wasn’t much fight in my voice.

Thwack.

I jumped, a soft sob ripping from my mouth as he immediately thrust his fingers inside me, pumping in and out until I was on the verge of coming.

Right before I orgasmed...he pulled his fingers out.

“Please!” I immediately begged, feeling slightly hysterical as I hovered in that painful, blissed-out state that you only felt right before you came.

Thwack.

“Say the words, Ana,” he said roughly, the first hint that he wasn’t as in control of himself as he seemed to be.

“No,” I replied sulkily, trying to get some friction on my clit by rubbing against his giant, clothed dick.

“Ana,” he said disapprovingly, halting my movements as he slid his fingers into me once more, taking me to the edge again before stilling his hand.

Tears were sliding down my cheeks, wetting his thigh as I tried to will some kind of relief.

Thwack.

“Last chance, Anastasia. I’ll let you come as soon as you say those three little words.” His voice was light and carefree, like he wasn’t tearing me apart and remaking me into a breathless, thoughtless creature that just wanted to come. “Brats get spanked.”

His hands traced down my seam, and I shivered and sobbed...and gave in.

“Brats get spanked,” I breathed, and his hand stilled.

“Such a good girl,” he rasped.

Thwack!

“That’s ten.” As soon as the words came out of his mouth, his fingers were back in my pussy, thrusting in and out and rubbing against that perfect spot inside me.

My screams tore through the arena as I came, violently, the edges of my vision darkening from the force of the pleasure.

I was gasping for breath, soft cries coming out of my mouth as he slid me off his lap...and onto my knees.

“Open up, my little brat,” he growled, and I immediately obeyed, just wanting to please him.

He freed his dick from the band of his sweatpants, the tip of it grazing his belly button as it gleamed under the arena lights.

Without warning, he thrust his cock between my lips, shoving into the wet heat of my mouth.

He cupped my jaw, his eyes glittering possessively as he drove into me.

I couldn’t fit him into my mouth, not even the world’s foremost expert on deep-throating could...but I did my best.

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