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She nods. “Why is that so hot? That shouldn’t be hot, but now all I want is to be your toy.”

I groan at her words. She finally flips over and rises to her hands and knees. I’m desperate for her, have been since last night. I don’t warn her. I grab her hips firmly and slam my cock in deep, making my balls slap against her clit.

This was supposed to be for her, because making her come gets me off, but the moment she put that image in my head, the need to drive into her is all I can think about.

“You like being my toy, huh?” I move one hand to her shoulder so I can pull her hard down onto my cock and watch in the mirror. “Look how well you take my cock.”

The hand on her hip slides around her skin so I can rub her clit while I rut into her. We’re both grunting as I bottom out in her only to pull out almost all the way and slam into her over and over. She starts to rock back every time I thrust into her, slamming us together hard enough to make my balls pull up as I get ready to flood her pussy with cum.

“I love you,” I pant. “Not just for the way you give yourself to me, but I’d be lying if I said fucking you wasn’t my favorite thing.”

“Well you do it like a pro,” she teases. “I’m not sure I believe you were a virgin before me anymore. You fuck too good.”

I playfully swat her ass, then push her shoulders down so her chest and cheek are pressed against the bed. “Toys don’t talk back.”

She hums, “Then I guess I’m your slut, not your toy.”

“Yes you are,” I grunt. “My perfect, dirty, bratty slut.”

I turn wild as I chase my orgasm. Lightning races down my spine and my blood turns into liquid fire. “Give me another one,” I demand.

This time when I’m sheathed all the way inside of her, I don’t pull back again, but rock hard against her rubbing back and forth against her most sensitive spot. This is the move that is almost guaranteed to send her over the edge.

Her muscles go tight, then she starts to tremble. She screams as she comes, and her pussy squeezes like a vice around my cock. I shout as I start to come. She whimpers with each thrust, but I can’t stop.

“Do you feel that, Low? Feel how I’m painting your cunt with my cum? You’re going to spend the rest of the day with my seed leaking out of you. Very soon we’re not going to waste a drop of it. You’re going to stop taking birth control like you promised and let me breed this tight pussy.”

My cock twitches as the last of my release spills inside of her. Once I’m spent, I collapse next to her and pull her into my arms.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” I ask her.

“Three and four. Thank you sir.”

I run my hand through her hair. “You’re welcome. We’re not done yet though. If I remember, I set a goal of making you come five times, and I always achieve what I set out to do.”

“I can’t. Please, it’s too much.”

Do I listen to her? Fuck no. “You’ll do as you’re told.” I lift her leg and drape it over mine, opening her enough for me to finger her pussy.

“You’re wasting my cum.” I start to shove every drop of it back inside her, making sure to stroke her clit and curl my fingers against her G-spot every time I force it back in. “This all belongs inside you.”

She’s so sensitive that she trembles and groans with each stroke of my fingers inside of her. “Ride my hand. Show me how much this greedy pussy loves to come. You just have to give me one more orgasm and I’ll clean you up. If you take too long I’m still going to make you come like this, and then I’m going to clean you with my tongue.”

Her body is shaking hard, and her head thrashes around. “Scott, please. No more. I can’t come again.”

I pull out my fingers and slap her pussy. “What is your job here?”

“To do as I’m told,” she whispers.

I remove my fingers and slap her clit this time. “Do as you’re told, what?”

“D-do as I’m told, Sir.”

Pumping my fingers in her again, I nuzzle against her neck. “Good girl. And what’s my job?”

“To take care of me and make me come, Sir.”

I hum in approval. “That’s right, now let me do my job and soak my fingers.”

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