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The orgasm hits me like a freight train. My pussy clenches around his fingers as waves of pleasure crash through me. I'mbucking wildly across his lap, crying out his name as he works me through it, never letting up even as I shake and tremble.
“Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” I scream as the pleasure peaks and then slowly begins to ebb.
Before I can even catch my breath, Conrad is lifting me off his lap and depositing me on the floor between his legs. I'm still dazed from my orgasm, my limbs feeling like jelly as I look up at him from my knees.
He gestures to the dark wet spot on his expensive pants, his eyes burning into mine. “Look at the mess you made, kitty kat. Be a good girl and lick it up.”
I open my mouth, ready to tell him to go fuck himself, but before I can get a word out, he shoves the fingers that were just inside me into my mouth.
“That fucking mouth is going to get you in trouble, Katarina,” he says, his voice dark with promise. “And I have no problem stuffing it full.”
I try to glare up at him, but the taste of myself on his fingers is intoxicating. Salty and sweet and so fucking dirty. Almost against my will, I start sucking on his fingers, my tongue swirling around them to collect every drop.
Conrad's eyes darken as he watches me. “That's it. Show me how well you can use that mouth.”
I suck harder, taking his fingers deeper until they hit the back of my throat.
“Look at you,” he says, his voice softening slightly. “So fucking perfect on your knees. Your lips were made for this.”
The praise washes over me like warm honey, making me feel strangely proud.
He slowly withdraws his fingers from my mouth, a string of saliva connecting us briefly before breaking. His thumb traces my lower lip, smearing it with the last of my slickness.
Oh, I am so fucked.
Chapter 15
Conrad
Istare down at her, this fucking gorgeous woman on her knees, her lips wet and swollen from sucking my fingers, and my cock is so hard it's painful. I've never seen anything more perfect in my life than Katarina looking up at me with those defiant eyes, even as she follows my commands.
Fuck, I dislike brats. Always have. They're exhausting, high-maintenance, and almost never worth the trouble.
Except her. Katarina's brand of bratty makes me want to spend the rest of my life putting her in her place just to watch her fight back. Just to see that look in her eyes when I eventually win.
Christ, spanking her was better than I could have ever imagined. The way her ass turned that delicious shade of pink under my hand, the way she pretended to hate it while her pussy dripped all over my thigh.
“Get up,” I growl, grabbing her arms and hauling her off the floor. She stumbles slightly, still dazed from her orgasm, and I use the opportunity to spin her around and bend her over the edge of the bed.
“What the fuck, Conrad?” she gasps, her hands fisting in the expensive bedspread.
I don't answer her. Instead, I take a moment to appreciate the view—her skin still red from my hand; her soaked panties clinging to her pussy. I yank them down her thighs and toss them aside, leaving her completely exposed to me.
“Fucking perfect,” I mutter, unbuckling my belt and undoing my pants. My cock springs free, rock hard and already leaking pre-cum. I wrap my hand around it, giving myself a few slow strokes as I drink in the sight of her.
“Are you just going to stand there jerking off, or are you going to fuck me?” she taunts, looking back over her shoulder at me.
I smack her ass again, right on the reddest part, and she yelps. “I'll fuck you when I'm good and ready.”
I step closer, my cock in hand, and run the head over her heated ass cheeks. The contrast of my skin against her reddened flesh is intoxicating. I trace the curve of her ass, then slide my cock between her cheeks, loving the way she squirms.
“Conrad, please,” she whimpers, pushing back against me.
“Begging already?” I chuckle, moving my cock lower until it slides through her slick folds. Fuck, she's so wet. “What happened to all that attitude? Breaking you was easier than I expected then.”
She mumbles something that sounds suspiciously like “fuck you,” but I let it slide.
“You feel that?” I position the head of my cock at her entrance. “I'm going to use this tight little cunt to get myself off. Going to fuck you until I cum so deep inside you that you'll be feeling me drip out of you for hours.”
