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“Brandon…”

“Stand up.”

She does, and I spin us so she’s against the wall, feeling the slight vibration of the bass through the concrete. Out there, people are dancing, drinking, living their normal lives. In here, everything’s changing.

My hand slides down her stomach, under the hem of her dress. “Fuck.” She’s soaked. “All this from sucking my cock?”

She bites her lip, hips rolling against my hand.

“Answer me.”

“Yes.” It comes out breathy, desperate.

“You like being on your knees for me that much?”

Another roll of her hips. “You know I do.”

I circle her clit slowly, barely touching. “Tell me why.”

“Because—” She gasps as I press harder. “I want you to take over.”

Those words hit me harder than any touch, and I slide my fingers lower, teasing her entrance.

“Keep going.”

“I like…” Her head falls back against the wall. “I like giving you control.”

I grab her hips, grinding my cock against her soaked center. The friction is incredible, even through the fabric of her thong.

Her hands fist in my shirt. “Please…”

Bed and silk sheets. Bed and silk sheets. I know what she wants. What we both want. But not yet.

Instead, I reach down and pull her thong to the side. With a groan, I slide my cock along her slick folds, coating myself in her arousal.

“What are you—ah!”

I position myself at her entrance, pushing just the tip inside. “I’m not going to fuck you. Not yet.” I fight every instinct to thrust home. “But I am going to mark you as mine.” Shove my cum so deep inside her, not her, not anyone will think our relationship is anything but real.

I start to move, shallow thrusts that never go more than an inch or two inside her. It’s maddening, exquisite torture. For both of us, I’m sure.

“More, please…” she begs.

“No.” I capture her mouth in a bruising kiss. “This is your punishment for making me wait so long.”

She whimpers but doesn’t argue. Good girl.

I feel my release building quickly. The sight of her flushed and wanting, the feeling of her wet heat around just the tip of my cock.

With a growl, I pull out completely and come, painting her pussy and the inside of her thong with my release.

And now to the best part.

I gather it all with my fingers, shoving it into her with deliberate intent.

Her eyes widen as she realizes what I’ve done.

“Now,” I press down on her clit, savoring the way her breath hitches, “you’ll feel me every time you move. A reminder of who you belong to.”

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