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“Hold still,” Ambrose says. “If you move, you’ll get another slap.”

I hold my breath, bracing myself on my forearms, my hips lifted to meet him. He works another finger inside me, his strokes firm. I whimper, using every ounce of willpower to stay still.

“That’s it.” He runs his other hand over my lower back like he’s holding me in place. “You’re going to come around my cock, do you understand?”

I bite my lip, trembling. I want to, more than anything. But orgasms are new for me, and I’ve still never experienced one during actual sex.

Ambrose slaps my ass, harder than before, and I cry out.

“Do. You. Understand?” He strokes my sex in time with his words, and that’s harder than before, too.

“Yes!” I cry out. Then, in a rush: “I’m just afraid I can’t!”

Ambrose’s fingers go still inside me. “You will,” he says softly. “I’ll get you good and ready before you take my cock.”

As he speaks, he slides his fingers out and rubs them against my clit, making me moan and buck back against him. That earns me another slap on my behind.

“What did I tell you to do?”

I shiver. “Hold still.”

“Good girl. You really do like to obey me, don’t you?”

“Y-yes.” I squeeze my eyes shut and clench my hands into fists. He keeps rubbing my clit in quick circles, and that still-unfamiliar pressure builds up in my belly.

“Then obey. I want you still while I fuck you. I’m in control here.”

“Y-yes, sir.”

I don’t know where thesircomes from, but at this moment, it feels right.

“Fuck, you’re a treasure,” Ambrose groans. His hand falls away from me, and I moan softly at its absence.

“Oh, you don’t like that, do you?” He’s touching my hips now, arranging me into position. “Don’t worry, darling. You’ll like this even better.”

I wish I could look at him. Wish I could see his face as he stares down at me, stroking my skin while I tremble and shake beneath his touch.

“After all,” he purrs, and I feel something press against my sex, something much bigger than his fingers. “This is your reward.”

And then he pushes his cock inside me with one firm stroke, filling me to the brim.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

AMBROSE

Mercy’s pussy is drenched with need, and when I slide into her, its walls flutter around me to welcome me home.

This cunt is going to be my fucking undoing.

“Oh my god!” she gasps out, her legs trembling. “Oh, it feels—you feel?—”

“Don’t move,” I warn her.

She drops her forehead against the floor, shoulders hitching. All I can see of her is her long, graceful back and the puddle of her blonde hair and, most deliciously, the wide curve of her ass as I pull my cock halfway out of her pussy just so I can drive it in again.

She makes a noise halfway between pleasure and pain. A noise I want to hear over and over again.

“Remember what I told you.” I start my thrusts off slow and teasing. Warming her up. “You’re going to come around my cock. Do you understand?”

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