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Cute girl. She thought she could sneak an orgasm.

“Are you going to come?” he asked, looking at the back of her head. She shook it, probably knowing if she opened her mouth, the truth would spill out.

“Good.” He again backed away as her pussy clamped down on his fingers extra hard.

Another guttural muttering and a smack to the desk.

“That’s two,” he said, his breath somewhat labored from the ministrations.

Deciding to give his fingers a break, he squatted behind her, pulling her ass cheeks far apart.

“Peter, what—oh fuck.” She wiggled, but he held her ass cheeks firmly while he licked and teased her pussy. He squeezed the soft flesh of her bottom, giving her nowhere to go.

Fuck, she tasted like heaven. This punishment was worse on him than her, he decided.

The more he licked, the wetter she became. Using the tip of his middle finger, he rimmed her pussy entrance. A deep moan came from him.

Did she realize she was moving her hips? She bucked back at him, taking his tongue inside her.

“Oh fuck,” she whispered, thighs trembling on both sides of his head.

Her muscles tightened, and he sat back on his heels, holding her ass cheeks open. Air touched her exposed clit. It was so swollen, so red, so much in need.

“No!” she yelled and stomped her foot.

He laughed. “Three.”

“I can’t. Please. I can’t. I won’t mention going home ever again, just please let me come.”

He heard the plea in her voice, the tightness and urgency, but it didn’t matter. He’d sentenced her, and he would complete the punishment.

“One more, pretty girl. You can do it.” He leaned forward again, taking her clit between his teeth and flicking his tongue over it.

She hissed, and he knew it wasn’t going to be long before she teetered on the line he would have to drag her away from.

As he suckled her clit, he spread her ass cheeks again, this time, pressing his thumb, wet from her pussy, against the tight ring of her asshole.

She tried to clench, but he shut that down by delivering a hard smack to her ass cheeks and went right back to his objective.

“My finger’s going in, Azalea,” he said against her pussy lips and pushed harder until his thumb was inside, up to his knuckle.

“Peter, no,” she whispered hoarsely. She said no, but when he thrust two fingers into her pussy, she clamped down and moaned like the needy girl she was.

“Look at you, fingers in your ass and your pussy, moaning like a little slut. Needing an orgasm that won’t come because you were so fucking naughty.”

She groaned.

“So close, I feel every little tremble.” He timed his thrusts so that either her ass or her pussy was being pumped into.

It took no time for her to reach the edge. He played dangerously and kept finger fucking her until he felt the very first tremble of an orgasm before pulling away. She’d feel some waves, the beginning of a weak orgasm would be unleashed, but by the slam of her hand on the desk and the scream of frustration she let loose, it was nowhere near satisfying.

“And that was four. Now, get on your knees.” He pulled her dress over her ass and helped her to the floor. When she looked up at him, her hair was wild, her eyes dark and wide.

“Open that pretty mouth,” he instructed and unzipped his slacks, pulling his hard-as-fuck cock out.

She licked her lips, the hunger in her eyes changing from needing to be fucked, to needing to feel his cock in her throat.

He would oblige.

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