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When she turns around, I’m reminded how much tinier she is than me.

“Hold on,” I say, grabbing the chair and moving it in front of her. “Kneel here.”

She looks back at me with a little smile, and my heart fills with light.

Goddess. She’s so beautiful when she smiles.

That’s how I want her, always.

“Thank you.” She says, pulling up the bottom of her dark green dress so she can kneel on the chair.

Once she’s situated comfortably on the chair, I reach for the hem of her dress and pull it up slowly to reveal her body to me.

“No underwear? Naughty girl.”

I run my hand up the back of her thigh until I reach the globe of her ass and give it a light squeeze.

“Fuck, I love your body.” I groan. Swinging back, I give her a smack on her ass, and she jumps a little at the sensation. “That will never get old.”

I run my fingers through her center to find she’s already wet for me. Stopping at her clit, I circle her sensitive nub until she’s squirming under my touch.

Taking my throbbing cock in hand, I run my tip through her folds until I find her entrance.

“I’m gonna fill you up and have you coming all over my cock.” I ask, teasing her opening with light pulses of the tip of my cock, just enough for her to feel it but not enough to enter her yet. “Is that what you want, my queen?”

“Just fuck me already.” She practically growls.

“Yes, my queen.” I chuckle.

Pressing in, I groan as her warmth surrounds me. My spine straightens as I push further into her cunt, and my head goes empty.

“Fuck. I need you.” I say, thrusting in harder. “Your pussy takes me so well.”

When I bottom out, she moans loudly.

“Quiet, my queen. Don’t want anyone to hear us, do you?”

“Toys don’t talk.” She snarls over her shoulder. “Good toys do as they’re told. Now, fuck me.”

Pulling out and thrusting back in, I take up a punishing pace. I drive myself into her harder with each plunge into her heat, and each movement draws out little grunts and groans of pleasure from her.

Just as I feel her walls clench around me, so close to the edge of her bliss, I slow down and pull out agonizingly slowly.

“Fuck.” She moans, drawing out the vowel. “Marshall.”

“Oh, it’s Marshall again?” I tease, pushing back into her slowly and pulling out again. “Does that mean I can talk now?”

“Fuck no.” She snaps. “I need you to make me come, not talk.”

“Alright then. One orgasm coming up.” I thrust, and I can practically feel the glare radiating from her.

I keep my pace slow as I work her back up, and with each press, she grows tighter around me.

When I pick up my pace, I really feel her clench around my shaft, and it nearly drives me to the edge, but I hold off as best I can.

“Please.” She cries. “Make me come. Please.”

“Goddess, how I love when you beg,” I murmur in response, reaching around to pull up on her belly and pull her back onto my cock. “Gonna give you my cum. You’re gonna take every last drop of it like the queen you are.”

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