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She doesn’t reply, but her skin flushes deeper. I caress the curve of her ass, then land a hard smack on her left cheek.
She yelps, reaching back to soothe the sting, but I gently push her hand away and stroke the reddened skin myself. “Hands above your head, kitten.”
I undo my tie and bind her wrists with it. “This is what you get for being a bad girl,” I growl before landing another smack on her left cheek—then again, and again.
I shift my attention to the right side, my palm striking her until a red mark bloom across her skin. She thrashes against the desk, whimpering.
“Luca, please…”
“What do you need?” I ask, caressing the heat radiating from her ass. She unconsciously arches into my touch, as if seeking the soothing pleasure of my palm.
“I… I don’t know…”
I drag a finger over her center, and it comes back soaked. I thought she was wet before—but now, her pussy is weeping. “You enjoy being spanked.”
“I don’t,” she says, but her body tells a different story.
“Let’s try that again,” I growl, then deliver another sharp smack.
“Yes, please,” she gasps, despite herself.
“Now tell me what you crave.”
She hesitates just for a second then breathes.
“Fuck me.”
I landed another strike, harder this time. “Say that again.”
“Please… fuck my pussy.”
“With pleasure, kitten.”
I unzip my pants and line my cock up to her entrance. I know I’m big but she’s soaked. She’ll take what I give.
I dig my fingers into her hip and haul her to the edge of the desk, slamming into her to the hilt without a hint of mercy.
She cries out, tries to pull away, but I pin her in place with one hand on her neck, pressing her down. I don’t give her a moment to adjust.
I piston into her, over and over, with wild abandon, rough, ruthless, relentless. She moans like she’s lost in it—wild,reckless, unable to hold back. She likes it rough now. I make a mental note but shove it aside. It doesn’t matter.
This is the last time I’m letting her this close. I return my focus to fucking her pussy. Her body tightens, and trembles, then she comes hard, clenching her wet heat around me.
I can’t hold back—I let go deep inside her, the release crashing over me so fast and hard it leaves me gasping.
When I finally pull out, her body seems to protest, clinging to me. Her pussy makes quench sound like it didn’t want me to leave, her cum and mine flows from her pussy making a mess on my desk.
I should care about that, but I don’t. The world could crack open beneath us, and I still wouldn’t be able to think past the heat of her core clenching around the space my cock just filled.
CHAPTER FIVE
Ariel
Did my pussy just make that sound?
If the floor could crack open right now, I’d gladly jump in. He unties the binding around my waist. I hear the zip of his pants closing.
The heat of his body vanishes, and I’m left cold and exposed. He doesn’t even help me off the desk.
