Page 55 of Wicked Rivals

Part of me had wondered for years if I let my imagination get the best of me, but now I had proof in hand. The memory or my imagination or whatever hadn’t done him justice… Yes, Stefano was quite a big boy.

My fingertips and thumb didn’t even come close as I stroked him.

He grunted and pushed into my hand.

“You're playing with fire, little girl,” he warned.

“If you say so, daddy.”

A serious groan vibrated in his throat.

Preparing to align my body with his and ride him until I got my orgasm, I moved up on his lap.

“Uh-uh… I don't think so.”

He got up, taking me with him, and slammed my ass down on the desk so hard it would probably leave a bruise.

“Only good girls get to ride my cock. Here’s what happens to goddamn brats like you… you get fucked like one.”

He dug his fingers into my thighs and flipped me around so fast, putting my feet on the floor, my ass in the air, and my chest on the desktop. He used his foot to spread my feet apart.

He pressed himself against me, grabbing a fistful of my hair. When he pulled it, I couldn’t help but arch my back.

“Are you going to admit it and tell me you know everything would have been better if you hadn't fucked it up?”

“I didn't fuck up anything,” I said. “I did what I had to do, and I took what I wanted, and that hasn't changed.”

I shoved my hips back, impaling myself on his erection, taking it as deep as I could with that one thrust.

Stefano groaned with pleasure, and I moaned, burying my face in my arms, overwhelmed by how much he stretched me. It felt amazing, better than anything—like coming home but with the smallest bit of pain.

After a few breaths, I arched my back again and pushed against him, riding him while he had me bent over his desk.

“See? So much better my way,” I muttered.

“We'll see about that.”

He pushed me flat against the desk again, this time pinning me down with one hand pressed on the center of my back.

Then he smacked my ass.

Hard.

He pulled out halfway, smacked the other side of my ass, and then thrust back inside me in one strong motion. I had to bite my lip to stop from screaming while he fucked me and spanked me.

“See? You even like being punished by me. I can feel your tight little pussy squeezing my cock, pulsing with need.”

“Oh fuck,” I groaned.

What else could I have said?

He was right.

I hated that he was right, but I couldn't deny it.

The more he spanked me, the more he took control and fucked me, the closer I drew to what had to be the strongest orgasm I had ever had.

I was about to lose our little game. I couldn’t let it happen.

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