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I came so hard that when my eyes closed, I saw stars.

My thighs pressed together as ruthless pleasure raced up and down every limb, taking me by storm and holding me captive to its fervid embrace. I screamed again, my inner walls fluttering around empty air, and he thrust all the way back into my mouth. This time, my throat opened for him as I struggled to breathe through my nose and my eyes rolled back in my head.

I don’t know why I’d come so hard. That was a thing to unpack another day because right now, I just wanted to survive this.

Once my orgasm was over, he resumed fucking my throat with ruthless intensity, driving in and out of my mouth and making me gag over and over again. I tried to control it, but soon enough it was too much, and I started fighting back against him, overwhelmed and exhausted from coming three times in a row.

Tears leaked from the corners of my eyes and my mascara streaked down my face as he pulled all the way out of my mouth. He reached down and used his hand to spank his cock back and forth across my lips, shamefully punishing me for fighting him. It didn’t hurt at all, but it was jarring all the same.

Humiliation rattled through me at the same time that my clit thrummed once more, and I cursed the traitorous little thing, not wanting to admit that as embarrassing as this was, it kind of turned me on a little bit.

Or maybe a lot…

His cock was shiny with my saliva, and he grabbed the base and rubbed the tip all over my cheeks, then the slit of my lips and across the plump flesh of my mouth.

I whined with shame.

“Open,” he commanded, and I was too overwhelmed to do anything but obey him. When my mouth was open wide, he slapped his cock down on my tongue several times. I didn’t know what he was doing, but he didn’t make me wait long to find out.

He thrust back into my mouth and fucked it hard before he pulled his hips back and grabbed his cock with his hand. I watched with rapt attention as he stroked the crown of his dick.

I finally realized what he was doing a moment before the first spurts of hot cum shot out from the head of his cock. It landed on my mouth, on my chin, and all over my chest right above my top.

I sat there for a long moment, humiliated, ashamed, and undoubtedly aroused. My pussy was throbbing, and every inch of my body felt numb.

Then he reached down and lifted me up, his arms wrapping around my body as he held me close.

“We can hide your red ass beneath your skirt, but we don’t have time for you to take a shower,” he rasped.

He grasped my shirt and yanked it down, exposing my breasts. Before I could even think to try to stop him, he was rubbing his cum all over my chest.

My face burned, and a small part of me wanted to push him away, but there was another part of me, a dark twisted little thing that wanted to push back against him and rub my tits in his cum and spread it all around, and I hated that part of me most of all.

Iloathedit.

My nipples hardened into little pebbles, and he took that opportunity to smear his seed across those as well. I gasped, the sensation of his touch on my nipples almost more than I could bear. I chewed the inside of my cheek, trying to hold it together.

“There, there, sweet girl. It’s all over now. You’re my good girl, aren’t you,” he murmured. Gently, he pulled my top back into place.

I didn’t answer, too overwhelmed, ashamed, and still impossibly aroused.

When he was satisfied, he turned and pulled his slacks back up, then tucked himself back in and zipped his pants. He looked perfectly composed, but somehow, he also looked a little different than he had before, almost a little less put together. On the other hand, I was still bare from the waist down.

I watched him as he picked up my skirt from off the floor.

“Here. I’ll help you dress,” he offered. He knelt down before me and held my skirt open so I could step into it. Feeling off balance, I pressed my hand to his shoulder to steady myself as I lifted onefoot and then the other until he pulled my skirt up to my waist and buttoned it.

My gaze flicked to my panties, and he reached out for those, but he didn’t give them back. Instead, he stuffed them in his pocket.

My face turned beet red.

He reached out for my hand, and I took a step toward him. I was shaky on my feet, and I stumbled. He wrapped his arm around my waist, and we started toward the door.

“My men will come back for your things. It’s time to go,” he ordered, and I opened my mouth, a little shocked.

“What will I wear to bed?” I asked shakily.

“Depends on your attitude,la mia bambina.If you’re a good girl for me tonight, maybe I’ll let you wear one of my shirts. If you’re a bad girl though, I might make you wear nothing at all.”

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