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She drops immediately to her knees with that same smirk, showing me this isn’t a punishment at all.

“Take my pants off.”

“Yes, sir.” Her chest shakes with silent laughter.

“You’re going to think that’s a lot less funny when you’re gagging on my cock,” I say, just to see what her reaction will be. I’ve never talked to a woman this way, but I get the sense she’s enjoying it as much, or maybe even more, than I am.

In response, she slides my sweats and boxers down my legs. “We’ll see.”

After I kick my pants off, she stands up on her knees, so her face is right at my waist, and takes my cock in her hand. I’m not fully hard yet, so she strokes me with long, hard pulls as she trails her tongue around my head. The blood rushes to my dick so quickly I have to put my hand on the wall behind her because I feel lightheaded.

This woman will be the death of me. I’ve never been more confident about anything in my life. Now I’m just trying to figure out whether it’s going to be a slow, torturous death, or whether we’ll go down in an explosion together.

I’m throbbing and hard as steel in her hand in no time, and she hums her approval against the head of my cock, making my hips thrust forward as I slide into her mouth. The way her head bobs as she takes me to the back of her throat has me pulling out and pushing back into her, grabbing her hair and twisting my hand so it’s wrapped around my fist. Her eyes flick up to me with a brief flash of panic when I hit the back of her throat and she gags, so I take my other hand and brush the underside of her chin, telling her, “You’re doing so well.”

Her moan reverberates along my shaft and my mouth drops open with a quick exhale as my abs clench. Eyes still focused on me, she takes me deeper.

“Touch yourself,” I demand, and her splinted arm reaches down between her legs. “Show me how wet you are.” She holds her fingers up for me to see. “Now smear your cum on your nipples.”

Another moan around my cock, and I feel like I’m about to pass out. As I watch her circle each of her nipples before demanding she touch herself again, I’m not sure which of us is more aroused. Her hips are rocking to the same rhythm we’ve set as she takes my cock into her throat, and she starts making desperate sounds that are about to make me come.

“Now stop touching yourself.”

She whimpers in response, but does what I say, looking up at me as she pulls me out of her mouth, lightly dragging her teeth around the head of my cock and sending an electrical current across every cell in my body. Holy shit, I’ve never felt anything like that before.

“I didn’t tell you to stop.”

“We both get to feel good, or neither of us does,” she says with a little shrug, doing nothing to hide her sass. I know she’s just pushing me, trying to get to whatever punishment I’ve promised.

Game on.

I tug on her hair, pulling her up to standing, and then spin her around so I’m behind her. Taking her good hand, I place it low enough on the door that she’s bent forward a bit, and then I rest her injured hand on top of it, just like I did in the hotel bathroom the other night. Hovering over her, I trace the curve of her ear with my lips before sucking her lobe between my teeth. “Are you going to be a good girl for me, so you get to come?”

“We’ll see,” she hums.

I let go of her hair, bringing both my hands to her breasts, toying with her nipples until she’s pushing back into me and sliding along my cock. Straightening, I still roll her nipples between my fingers as I reposition myself, guiding my dick between her legs so that as she moves she can rub her clit along my shaft. Every time she gets to the head, she circles her hips before sliding back.

I can feel her coating me—a combination of her cum from when she pleasured herself in her closet, and new arousal from being here with me—as she grinds herself against me, seeking friction.

“Your greedy little pussy is soaking me,” I say, looking down at the view of the shiny pink skin between her legs. “Tell me what it needs.”

“Youuu,” she moans. “Please.”

“Please, what?”

“Please fill me,” she begs, and the sound of it has a new wave of longing coursing through me. “Please make me come.”

I grab my cock, holding it in place as I press the head of it against her clit, rubbing it back and forth over her as she moans again. “Please.”

Pulling back, I slide into her in one swift movement that takes her breath away and has me groaning in relief. I bring my hands back to her nipples, pinching them lightly as I roll them in my fingertips and slam into her over and over.

Her moans escape on exhales every time I bottom out, until she’s a frantic mess beneath me. “Touch me,” she begs.

“I am touching you.” I know what she wants, but I continue working her nipples.

“My clit. Please, I’m so close.”

“Oh, Sunshine,” I say, making a tisking sound with my tongue. “How’s it feel to be so close, and not get what you want?”

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