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“Fuck, spitfire, you’re such a desperate whore for me, aren’t you?”

I nod around his fingers, lapping at them with my tongue the same way I would his cock.

“Such a good girl,” he murmurs. “You really are desperate for me, aren’t you?”

This time I don’t bother responding because we both know I am. We both know my pussy is dripping with need, and he’s barely even touched me.

He pulls his fingers free with a pop and he drags them down my chest. He shoves the cup of my bra down and circles my nipple with my saliva, dragging a moan from my throat.

“It’s a shame I have to punish you, spitfire, because I’d like nothing more than to bury myself in your pretty pussy and lose myself in your heat. But alas, you need to be punished.”

My bottom lip pops out into a pout that only makes him laugh.

“None of that, Isla. Don’t forget who asked for this.” He chuckles. “I think I’ll fuck your face while I decide how to proceed.”

He straddles my shoulders and lifts his heavy cock from his boxers before placing the head on my lips. “Open wide, spitfire.”

I do as I’m told, and he wastes no time slipping himself between my lips. I moan around him, his salty taste exploding over my taste buds and I lift my head to take more of him.

“Mm, my girl is desperate for me, isn’t she?” He grips my hair in one hand and his cock in the other. “Better hold on, spitfire.”

CHAPTER SEVENTY-ONE

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Fuck me.

Isla’s mouth is a goddamn paradise. I should have known this punishment was going to be just as hard on me as it was her, because right now there’s nothing I want more than to bury myself inside her and fuck her until neither of us can breathe.

I rut into her mouth, nudging at the back of her throat and pushing past her gag reflex until her eyes water. “Good girl,” I praise. “Open up your throat for me, baby. I know you can do it.”

The lust that stares back at me is intoxicating. My girl fucking loves being praised, and I’m not going to deprive her of that, even if this is technically a punishment.

Isla’s tongue laps at the underside of my length as I shove my cock deeper. The moment I push into her throat, we let out a mutual moan and I snap my hips back and forth in short thrusts, staring down into her eyes as I push her to the edge of her limits before pulling back.

She sucks in desperate breaths, but when I inch forward again, she drops her lips open and accepts me immediately.

I’m already too fucking close. I need to get this punishment over with or I’m not going to last. I drop back onto my heels,staring down at her as I stroke my cock in slow passes. My own hand doesn’t feel anywhere near as good as her mouth, but too much longer and I’ll be blowing my load down her throat.

“Tell me why you’re being punished,” I demand.

“Because I left the city without telling you.”

“And?”

“I put myself in danger intentionally.”

“And?”

“I worried you. I made you think I was running from you when that’s the last thing I would ever want to do.”

I move down her body until my face is level with hers, and her breaths whisper across my cheeks. “Are you ever going to do something so fucking stupid and reckless again?”

“No.”

I grip her chin between my fingers and hold her gaze. “I’m not going to deny you or spank you, spitfire. You’ve suffered enough through this ordeal, and I don’t feel as if me punishing you is going to achieve anything.”

She opens her mouth to argue, but I shake my head slowly, cutting her off before she can make a sound.

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