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His gaze snaps to my lips before he runs his thumb over my bottom lip, pulling it free from my teeth. “Don’t do that.” His voice is low and husky. “You know what I’m going to do to you for not telling me?” he growls, and I shake my head, unable to form any words. My heart races faster and faster. “I’m going to fuck you until you’re begging me to make you come.”
I’m so wet, I want to drop to my knees and beg him to fuck me.
The corner of his mouth lifts, then in a single heartbeat, his lips claim mine in a feral kiss. His fingers grip my throat tightly. I see stars as he devours my mouth. When he pulls back, I instantly miss his body heat.
He moves farther into my room without breaking eye contact, and I follow him, needing his hands on mine and his cock inside of me.
“Drop to your knees, Izzy,” he commands.
I drop to my knees in front of him. “You’ve been keeping secrets,” he says, moving closer. He runs his fingers through my hair, tightening his grip, and my head snaps back until I’m looking up at him.
Licking my lips, I run my hand up his leg, going straight for the zipper of his black slacks.
Emilio laughs, and bending down, he presses a gentle kiss against my lips. “Good girl,” he says, loosening his grip on my hair.
I slowly peel the zipper down, and his pants fall to a heap at his feet. I can see how hard he is in his boxers. I drag the elastic down over his length and watch it as it springs free. I reach for his cock and hetsks.
“Hands behind your back, only your mouth,” he commands, and my heart races at the thought of what's to come.
I place my hands behind my back, and he tugs on my hair, the roots screaming in my scalp, but the pain of it makes me rub my thighs together. I want to touch myself.
Wetting my lips, I run my tongue along his thick shaft. I hear his intake of breath, and I know I'm affecting him as much as he is me. I suck the swollen head into my mouth and his body sways a little. I love that I have this control over him. He might think he has all the power...but it's really me, and I love the heady feeling it gives me.
“Izzy.” He growls out a warning as I toy with him, not taking him any farther. But I want to see how far I can push him...until he slams his cock down my throat.
I run my teeth over his sensitive flesh, and his fingers tighten in my hair again as he hisses. I look up at him and his eyes darken. He pulls my hair back and tilts my throat up, and one side of his mouth turns up as he pulls me farther onto his cock.
The back of his cock hits my throat, making me want to gag. But I hold it back, never breaking eye contact with him as he holds it there.
“Swallow,” he commands and I do. His cock slides down my throat, and he pulls it free before I have a chance to gag. I cough a little and he smiles.
“Good girl.”
The praise, something I didn't think I would be into, has me wanting more. My body is alive with pleasure as he repeats it again. I swallow without him asking, and he holds me there longer each time until my eyes are watering and all I want to do is touch myself.
“Trust me?” he asks and I nod. I do trust him.
He fucks my throat, over and over. I love the feeling of him chasing his pleasure. I’m giving him this. I can feel him swelling, and I wait for him to come...but he surprises me. He pulls free and takes a step back, letting go of my hair. I see his cock, red and angry, bobbing in front of me, wet with my saliva.
“Stand up and turn around. Hands on the desk,” he says and I shiver with anticipation.
I stand on shaky legs and make my way over to my desk. I can see out into the trees there. No one is around, but if someone looks up here, they would see me. I like the feeling that gives me...of being caught. I bend over my desk, my chest flat to the cool, hard surface. Raising my ass in the air, I balance on the tips of my toes.
“Oh, someone is needy. I think you need to be punished a little more.”
Ugh...why does this turn me on so much? I rub my thighs, wanting friction. I need him to touch me. Hetsksagain, and I feel him flip my skirt up. I practically moan when I feel the air on my ass.
“Izzy...a thong.” He groans as I feel him rub the palm of his hand over one globe, then it's gone. I raise on my toes a little more and then his hand comes down on my ass with a whack, and I yelp.
He rubs his hand over the sting, and I can feel my thighs wet with my need. When he spanks me again, I'm almost rocking into him. The pleasure goes right to my core.
“Touch me,” I beg him, and he chuckles before spanking me again.
I feel his fingers dip between my legs, where I’m so wet and needy for him. He pushes my thong to the side and slides two fingers into my needy pussy. I groan.
“You're so wet for me, Izzy. You enjoy being punished.”
I can't even deny it.I do.
