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When he broke the kiss, Jamie’s eyes met mine.

“You okay?” he asked, brushing the tear from my eye.

“Yes,” I said. “I’ll be okay. For now, I just want you to take me, Jamie. I’m at your mercy. I’ll do anything you say.”

“Good. Then get on your knees.”

I dropped without a moment’s hesitation. I liked pushing back at him when we weren’t making love. I liked calling him out on his stubbornness. I liked the pull of his lips that sometimes came afterward.

But here, I wanted him to give all the orders, and I wanted to take it. I wanted to have him use me for his pleasure, because he made me feel so fucking good while he did it.

“Take it,” he said, slapping his cock against my lips.

I took him greedily, not going slow this time. I drank in as much of him as I could, shuddering at the sensation of him sliding down my throat. I wanted to feel him shoot into my mouth.

But I wanted him to fuck me more.

He grasped my hair, bringing my head up and down on his shaft. “That’s right, baby. Take it all.”

I moaned, bringing a hand down between my legs. I wanted to get off with his cock in my mouth. But he paused. “I didn’t say you could touch yourself, baby girl.”

My mouth was still full of his cock. I tried to speak, but he eased himself in farther. “Can’t talk with your mouth getting fucked, can you?”

My hand crept down again, and this time, he pulled out of me and brought me to my feet.

Outside, voices sounded in the hall. I froze, but Jamie just bent down to my ear. “You’ll have to be quiet again while I show you who’s in charge. Can you keep quiet, or do I need to gag you with that cock again?”

My pussy ached for him. With each filthy word out of his mouth, I turned more feral. “I’m not sure you can fuck me hard enough to keep quiet.”

He raised an eyebrow and brought both hands to my tits, pinching my nipples gently at first, then tugging and releasing. As they sprang free, he licked his lips. “Watch me.”

With that, he flipped me around and bent me over the short edge of the table. My upper half slapped against the cold top, making me clench. His hand was in my hair, grasping a handful and bringing my head back.

“You ready?” he asked, pressing the fat tip of his cock against my entrance.

“I—”

But he didn’t wait for me to finish. He thrust inside me so hard the table skidded across the floor.

“Yes,” I grunted, guttural with the sensation of him filling me so completely.

“When I see that pussy,” he said, slipping almost all the way out and then thrusting in again fast, “I can’t fucking control myself. I’m going to fuck you hard now, until I come, and I want you walking out of here next to me with my cum dripping down your leg. Do you hear me?”

I groaned.

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes!”

“Shh,” he said. Then he let go of my hair, pressing his hand to my back.

Then he smacked my ass.

I whimpered.

“Shh.”

He smacked me again.

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