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“Fuck, yes,” he rumbled. “Beg me, love.”

“Please come, sir. Please come in my pussy,” I pleaded.

I didn’t know how much more I could take…

My body was trembling, shaking, and I could feel another orgasm building. He didn’t let up, his pace never slowing, and I knew it was only a matter of time before he pushed me over the edge again.

“Yes, love, that’s it,” he growled, his cock pulsing inside me. “I’m going to fucking fill you up.”

I begged.

I pleaded.

I screamed.

And in that moment, I realized that this was only the beginning.

He would have me again and again, until I was completely spent and utterly exhausted, and there was nothing I could do to stop him.

The thought sent a shiver down my spine, and a fresh wave of arousal surged through me.

I suffered through one orgasm after the next until when he finally came, the rush of his hot cum filling me, I broke.

The orgasm tore through me like a hurricane, my body shuddering, my cries echoing through the room. The pleasure was intense, overwhelming, and all I could do was endure it, my body shaking as I rode it out.

When the last aftershocks faded, I collapsed against the couch, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath.

He leaned forward, his lips brushing my ear.

“I’m not done with you yet, love,” he murmured, his voice dark and laced with promise.

“Ronan,” I breathed, his name slipping from my lips before I could stop it.

My body trembled as he drove his cock into me, more slowly now, as if he was enjoying every single thrust. I whimpered quietly when he finally pulled out of me.

I could feel his seed dripping down my thighs as soon as he did.

Without a word of warning, he gathered his seed and my arousal on his fingers. He swirled his thick digits in our combined juices before shoving them back inside my pussy.

“I’ve imagined seeing all of you, just like this, with your soaking wet little pussy dripping with my cum and that tight little asshole clenching, begging for me to fuck it too,” he growled, and my body tensed hard.

In a rush of shame, I reached back to cover myself, but he knocked my hand away with ease. I cried out, unable to bear the thought of him looking at me like this, of enjoying the sight of me naked and vulnerable, well fucked and entirely exposed, but there was nothing I could do about it.

“Naughty girl. You don’t get to hide from me anymore. You’re mine. Your body is mine. Your pleasure is mine. Your pain is mine and you’ll take what I give you like a good girl unless you need me to punish you like a bad one,” he rumbled.

He pulled his fingers free from my pussy and then his other hand was sliding down the length of my spine, his touch sending a shiver racing through me. When he reached my ass, his grip tightened, the pressure enough to make me gasp.

“You have a very beautiful ass,” he murmured approvingly. “Very round, very full, and very spankable. I think it deserves a few more marks, don’t you?”

“But you already spanked me really hard,” I whispered, my lower lip protruding in what I hoped was a convincing pout. My bottom was still sore from his hand, and I couldn’t imagine taking more of it.

“Hard spankings are with my belt, love,” he countered, and my stomach flipped with nervous energy.

“You can’t—” I tried, but he immediately cleared his throat and cut me off.

“You don’t get to say no to me, love. Not now. Not ever,” he murmured, and then he leaned down over me, his breath brushing my ear, and I shivered. “This sweet little pussy gives you up. You’ll be wet for anything I do to you and we both know it.”

I bit my lip, a flush of heat creeping across my cheeks. I hated that he was right, but it was undeniable. My body responded to him in ways I couldn’t control, and as much as I wanted to deny it, there was no point.

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