Page 94 of I Was Always Yours (RCA: Royal Crown Academy)

His gaze snaps back to me as he grips my hair and pulls me off him. A small cry falls from my lips as he glares at me.

“How come you’re so good at this?” He demands, “Have you had your throat fucked before?”

I blink. “Yes.”

Something violent shines in his eyes as he forces me to my feet before laying me on the desk.

When I’m flat on my back and staring up wide-eyed at him, he bends threateningly over me until he’s all I can see.

“Who?” It’s one syllable but it erupts like a nuclear bomb in the silence.

I wrap my legs around his waist and lock him to me.

“You.”

A quick frown pulls at his brow before it smooths out and is replaced with almost suffocating possessiveness.

“No one else?”

I shake my head and he pulls back from me, straightening to his full height. His hands wrap around my thighs and he tugs me to the edge of the desk.

He lowers his trousers, grabbing his cock as he looks down at me.

“Keep it that way.”

As he speaks, he runs the tip of his dick up and down my folds, coating it in my wetness and teasing me.

Finally, he places his cock at my entrance and presses in. My breath catches as I watch him watch the way his cock pushes into me, parting my walls with little effort before bottoming out inside me.

“Still as tight as the first time I took this pretty pussy.”

If I expected him to go easy on me, I was wrong.

He pulls out of me and slams back in viciously, stealing the breath from my lungs. He pounds into me unforgivingly, my back moving roughly up and down the table, almost burning my skin with each pass.

“Fuck, Phoenix.” I say, more a scream than a spoken word.

“That’s what I’m doing,” he bites back, “Do I need to fuck you even harder to make that clear?”

It’s a rhetorical question and he doesn’t give me a chance to answer before he starts thrusting even harder and faster, as promised.

“Oui…comme ça.” I manage to choke out, my words garbled by desire.

His hand slaps down over my mouth, muffling my speech.

“No French,” he grunts, “Not unless you want this to be over in the next two minutes.”

The viciousness and the clear loss of control in his words make the walls of my pussy flutter around him.

He curses and pinches my clit with mean fingers, the pain of his attention triggering my orgasm as unimaginable pleasure bursts into my veins and almost blinds me.

“You’re so wet, not even your tight pussy can keep me snugly inside you.” He growls against my ear before pulling out and roughly flipping me over.

I’m bent across the desk, my feet on the floor and my breasts squashed under me as my cheek rests on the wooden surface.

He spreads my cheeks open and keeps them parted as he stares down at me. My face heats with embarrassment at being splayed so openly and vulnerably in front of him.

I get on my forearms to try and move, but he grabs the back of my neck and forces me back face down on the table.

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