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“Yes.” She arched her back, attempting to push her pussy against his hand.

He added a second finger and finger fucked her hard. “Does it make you feel good to be a dirty girl?”

“Yes.” She writhed underneath his hand, aching for him to push her over the edge. But he held back and avoided her clit as he explored her opening with his thick fingers.

“Tell me, little girl, am I the one who made you so wet or was it Reggie using his cane on you earlier? And don’t you dare lie.”

“You. I swear it’s you. Reggie was fun, but I’ve been drenched since you showed up at the party. Even when I was mad at you, I was imagining you fucking me.”

He bent and whispered in her ear. “You’re lucky you didn’t lie, little one. I’m still going to destroy this cunt with my cock and make you forget all about Reggie, though.”

She clenched around his fingers. “Please, Peter. Fuck me, hurt me. I need it.”

He pinched a nipple until she squealed. “Are you sure, little one? Once my dick is buried in you, I’m going to fuck you so hard that walking will hurt tomorrow.”

His words nearly sent her over the edge, but he backed his fingers out, leaving her feeling empty instead. “I’m sure. Please, let me feel you. I want it.”

He stepped away long enough to grab a condom and strip out of his clothes. “Keep your arms above your head until I tell you otherwise. Move and I won’t let you come.”

Fuck. Orgasm denial wasn’t something she played with. Submission, wasn’t her thing. She was a masochist, not a sub. But this was hot and she couldn’t help but want to obey.

So she kept her arms where they were but spread her legs wider. He set the condom next to her on the bed and knelt between her legs. “I need to taste you.”

She lifted her hips in invitation and he took it. There was no hesitation or slow start. He devoured her, lapping at her wetness, sucking on her clit. Then he moved his head and sank his teeth into her inner right thigh, sending shock waves of pain and pleasure through her as she cried out.

“Now that’s a pretty mark,” he murmured when he pulled away and examined the damage. “I think you need a matching one on the other side.”

He didn’t wait for a response, just lowered his head and sank into her left thigh. The tender flesh stung under his harsh bite, but her pussy felt like it was gushing with her arousal.

“Now be a good girl and come in my mouth. If you don’t, I’ll have to bite you in other less pleasant places.”

Oh there was no chance of her not coming. It would only take a few well aimed strokes with his tongue. His mouth was on her again and he gripped her thighs, the spots he’d bitten stinging, keeping her on the edge of an endorphin rush as she grew closer and closer to orgasm. She wasn’t sure if he considered himself a sadist or not, but he clearly understood how to balance pleasure and pain to keep her dancing on the tightrope that the blend created.

She whimpered as the orgasm built to a crescendo and bucked her hips against his face it crashed into her. Her entire body spasmed, but he didn’t stop his torture. He lapped at her until she was a quivering whimpering mess. When he finally raised his head, his eyes were wild with lust and he stroked the length of his cock.

“On your hands and knees so I can fuck you. Face the headboard.”

She wasn’t sure her legs would cooperate, he’d left her feeling wobbly, but she rolled onto her stomach and raised onto all fours, jutting her ass out and spreading her thighs, inviting him in. Even after the intense climax from less than a minute ago, she still felt needy, empty, and ached for him to fill her.

“Such a beautiful sight. I should have been fucking you from the first night you got here.”

With his cock against her entrance, he gripped her hips and urged her back as he pushed forward, stretching her, filling her, easing the ache.

“Fuck, you feel good inside me.” She gripped the bedspread as he eased out of her and filled her again, giving her time to adjust to his girth.

“That’s a good girl. My cock fits just right in your tight cunt. Are you ready to feel me for days?”

“God yes. Please, Peter.”

His fingers dug into her ass as he pulled out to just the tip then slammed into her full force.

The pulse between her legs was back as if she hadn’t just had an orgasm and she whimpered as he fucked her harder.

“I want you to get off on my cock before I come.” His voice was tight as he thrust into her harder and faster. “And hold your head up high so I can hear you better. You sound like such a dirty slut right now.”

She lifted her head, holding it high as her body jerked with each punishing thrust. Her cries of pleasure and pain grew louder as another orgasm built with each graphic thing he said. Peter Mercer was a dirty talker, and she loved it even more than she could have imagined.

Peter’s grunts and moans as he punished her with his cock had her clenching him tight. He sounded just as dirty as she did. “More please. Hurt me,” she begged.

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