Page 63 of Reclaim (Deadly Hearts 3)

“I need to cleanse my soul. I need to claw back whatever shred of humanity I can so that I don’t fall into the pit of darkness and get lost.”

“I understand. Look at me.”

She lifts her head.

Her eyes are riveted to my cock, which is inches from her face.

“You won’t get lost, sweetheart. I won’t let you.”

“Do you forgive me?”

“Yes, I do. Now be a good girl and suck my cock with that filthy mouth until I come on your face.”

She opens her lips and I shove my dick into her hot, wet mouth with a low growl. She grazes her teeth down my length and then deepthroats me. Dropping my head back, I groan with satisfaction of having my cock wet by the woman I love. I want more. I need more. Stepping back, I surprise her.

“Stand up.”

She gets to her feet.

“Over the desk again.”

She leans over and I position myself at her rear. I ram my rock-hard shaft into her pussy, my fingers going around to her clit.

“Don’t come. I want to use you like a whore, and I’m not interested in your pleasure.”

“Yes, Master.”

My breathing goes ragged. “I will punish you severely if you wet my cock with your cum. I will make you walk naked through the bar, with my cum dripping down your inner thighs, so that all the men can stare at your body and make disgusting comments about what they want to do to you. Do you want that, whore?”

I have pushed her. I know I have. She is as still as a statue, but it is what she needs from me. If I go easy on her, she won’t get the peace she is seeking.

“No,” she whispers. “I don’t want that.”

I rub her clit harder, pound into her faster, trying to force her to cum all over my cock so I can give her the punishment she doesn’t want.

“No, please,” she begs, letting me know she’s close to coming undone. “Please, Master.”

“Are you going to come, sweetheart?” I rasp.

“Yes!” she cries out.

Her pussy clenches around my cock, her clit vibrating under my fingers. She is in pleasure overload. Her knees buckle and she rests her forehead on the desk as I drive into her slick cunt relentlessly. She pants, riding the wave of her climax.

I’m about to burst knowing that I’ve won. “I want to fill you with my cum, sweetheart. Mark you, claim you, let every other man know you are my little cum dumpster and if they want to be with you, they will have to take you used and sloppy. Do you want that, whore?”

“Yes,” she begs. “I want to be your cum dumpster, Master, please.”

I pinch her clit viciously, causing her to squirm. I know my orgasm is about to break free.

Ruby rises up, shoving her arse back into me, pushing me back further as she stands up and my cock threatens to slip out of her.

I realize her intention, just a moment too late.

She slides out from between me and the desk, loosening her hold on my cock, which drops out of her to bounce around wildly, seeking to regain the comfort and warmth of her tight haven. My orgasm, which was within reach, dies, as the hot, wet pussy disappears, and I’m left with a stiff cock and no release.

“I forgive you now, Master,” Ruby says, shoving her dress back down her thighs and bending down to retrieve her shoes. “Go through with that punishment and you will find yourself back with Maribel, wishing you were with me because you know this pussy treats you better than any you’ve ever had. Jerk off. Make yourself come all over my desk while I watch you, knowing that you’re covered in my cum and my pussy is off limits to you until I decide to give it back.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” I drawl, a smile playing on my lips, as I take my sticky, warm cock in my hand and do as she demands. I should’ve known it was too easy. I should’ve been prepared for the comeback.

A few tugs and with my eyes on hers, I grunt and splash my cum out all over her desk, being sure to spray it around like a possessive, territorial beast.

She smirks and turns on her heel to leave me to clean up the mess I’ve made, but oddly feeling quite satisfied anyway.

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