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Her hot tongue ran under his cock as he slid into her mouth. His hands dove into her hair, clutching at the roots and holding her steady.

“Naughty girls get face fucked, don’t they, pretty girl?” He was being rough, and he didn’t give a fuck.

Tears built in her eyes as he shoved his thick cock past her lips and farther down until he felt the back of her throat. She coughed and sputtered, and he pulled back, letting her get a breath, but then he plowed back in, all the way, to the hilt. His balls slapped against her chin.

Fuck. He hadn’t thought she’d be able to take all of him. Her throat constricted, she swallowed, and he nearly lost his load then.

She pushed against his thighs. At first, he wanted her to put them behind her back, let him have full control, but he decided to leave them.

Just a bit of a touch. A connection between them.

She didn’t fight him, and when she couldn’t hold him anymore, he let her breathe.

Once she had air, he plunged back in. Spit poured down her chin, tears ran down her face. She was fucking gorgeous. He held onto her hair, fucking her throat as roughly as he’d fucked her pussy that morning. And she made no complaint.

His balls tightened, his body ready to explode.

“Good girl, pretty slutty, girl,” he said between clenched teeth as his release took him over. He retreated enough to see the strings of cum spurt into her mouth. She kept her tongue out, her mouth open, accepting every drop of his seed.

“Arggh” she cried out, her eyes rolling back and closing, but her mouth remained open.

Peter held his cock, stroking it gently, and looked down at her.

She’d come.

She’d fucking had an orgasm while being face fucked.

Her hands had been on his thighs the whole time.

The woman had come without being touched.

He caressed her cheek. “Swallow it all, pretty girl,” he instructed when she still had his load resting on her tongue.

She closed her mouth and opened her eyes.

“I know what you did,” he said, running his fingers through her hair. “And it was fucking amazing.”

“I didn’t mean to,” she said sheepishly.

“I know.” He reached out and helped her stand. “Finish your work and then we’ll have lunch.” He walked her back around to the chair she’d been sitting in.

“That’s it? No nap?” she asked with a raised brow. Typically, he put her to bed after any sort of sexual play.

“Nope. We have to get back to the house this afternoon, and I don’t want you working when we do, so finish what you’re doing.” He tapped the laptop. “Besides, that was supposed to be a punishment.” Though he doubted she felt punished at all. Orgasm denial would work with her—he would have to completely deny himself at the same time.

She gathered her hair to one side and quickly braided the long mane, refocusing on her work.

“I just want to make this last image. Maybe you can advertise on social media?”

Peter shrugged. “Whatever you say. It’s your thing.” He kissed the top of her head and went back to the couch to study the latest financial reports from his accountant.

Or, at least, he could have the papers in front of him while he peeked over and watched her work. He couldn’t get enough of her.

Chapter 17

Azalea walked through the gardens of Ash’s estate. Peter had been taking her to his apartment in the city more and more often, but he always returned to the estate.

Apparently, his cousin would be returning from his honeymoon soon, and business would pick up. She hadn’t seen many men show up at the Annex. She’d assumed the women would have playtimes scheduled most evenings, but Peter said a lot of the girls had taken time off while Ash was gone.

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