Page 32 of Yours

“Your punishment was over after your spanking in the car. The rest of this has been all for me,” he answered, and my pussy clenched tight.

I wanted to call him an asshole, but then he started lightly teasing my clit and I lost the ability to form words. I bit downon the inside of my cheek, trying to fight the rising onslaught of pleasure, but it was impossible.

Just when I reached the edge of orgasm, he pulled his hand away, slapped my pussy several times hard enough to sting, and growled. I cried out, the burning pain intense and hot and entirely unexpected, but it was the wet splatting sound that truly shamed me.

“You’re going to clean my cock off with that pretty mouth,” he commanded.

For a moment, I hesitated and glanced back over my shoulder to meet his gaze.

“Get down on your knees and open your mouth, or it’s going in your bottom next,” he warned.

I cringed and did as he told me, getting down onto my knees. Ronan stood in front of me, his cock still half-hard, the tip still glistening with our combined juices.

I opened my mouth.

His cock slid past my lips, the head pressing against the back of my throat. He gripped the sides of my face, holding me steady as he thrust in and out, his pace slow and measured. I sucked hard, swirling my tongue around the head and teasing the sensitive spot just beneath.

Tasting the hint of myself and him on his cock.

He groaned, a low, rough sound, and the heat of it sent a shudder racing through me.

His cock was already growing hard again, the thickness filling my mouth, and I knew he was far from finished with me. Isucked harder, the bitter saltiness of his pre-cum coating my tongue, and he grunted, his grip tightening.

My eyes flicked up, meeting his dark gaze, and the intensity of his expression made my heart skip a beat. There was no mistaking the raw hunger in his eyes, the sheer, primal desire.

I wanted more of it. I moaned, the sound muffled by his cock, and he growled, his hands fisting in my hair as his pace quickened.

He thrust deeper, his cock pumping in and out of my mouth. He was growing harder, thicker, and I sucked greedily, taking everything that he gave me.

His pace quickened, his thrusts becoming faster, rougher. I gagged when he hit the back of my throat, but he didn’t relent.

I couldn’t take much more of this. I was exhausted and so well-used that he could put me to bed and I would pass right out.

Just as my jaw began to ache, his cock twitched, and a second later, he came. Hot, thick spurts of cum filled my mouth, coating my tongue, and I struggled to swallow it all. I pulled back, gasping, and a few drops escaped, trailing down my chin.

He smirked, his thumb reaching out and collecting the sticky white mess before pressing it between my lips.

Then, with a single finger, he lifted my chin and gazed down into my eyes.

“There’s a good girl,” he praised, and his words wrapped around me like a warm embrace. I shivered, hating how much I enjoyed them.

“So was all of this your price for getting me out of trouble, or was it my punishment for getting in trouble in the first place?” I asked, my voice shaky.

“It’s a little bit of both and also neither. I decided I was going to have you, and I’m the kind of man that always gets what he wants,” he answered.

“You’re an asshole,” I muttered, and he lightly wrapped his hand around my upper arm and guided me upward until I was standing on my still shaky legs.

I had no idea what he was going to do next.

Would he bend me over the back of the couch and take me like that? Would he make me climb on top of him and ride him, or would he have me on all fours and fuck me from behind?

As if reading my mind, his hand drifted lower, his palm splaying against the curve of my ass, and I flinched, still sore from both his hand and his belt.

“Would you like to come for me again?” he asked.

I blinked, surprised by the question, and hesitated.

This was wrong. So, so wrong. And yet…

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