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“Six.” Her voice is hoarse now, her legs shaking, her thighs slick against my hand. She’s close. So close.
Her little cunt clenches around my finger like she’s about to come, and that’s when I pull away, ripping my hand from her pussy and letting her crash back into frustration.
She spins around, eyes glassy, lips parted, chest heaving.
I watch her try to collect herself, try to hide how badly she wants me to finish what I started.
Too bad. This wasn’t for her.
I lick my finger, tasting her arousal, staring her dead in the eyes.
“You don’t get to come, princess,” I whisper darkly, leaning in so close our lips almost touch. “This was a punishment, remember?”
Her lips part like she wants to argue, but no words come out.
She’s dripping, her thighs still trembling, her cheeks red, her hair a mess.
Perfect.
But fuck, my cock is so hard it’s almost painful.
The way she’s sprawled over the desk, skirt bunched around her waist, those soft white panties pushed aside, her tiny cunt glistening, dripping for me, it’s a vision I’ll have burned into my mind for the rest of my life.
Her ass is red from my belt, her chest rising and falling fast, sweat pooling between her breasts, her face flushed in anger and arousal. And fuck, that face, she’s glaring at me like she wants to kill me, but her thighs are still trembling, her lips still parted, and that pussy’s still fucking wet. She doesn’t know whether to scream at me or beg for more.
Before she can decide, I grab her thighs and lift her, placing her right on top of the desk like she’s a fucking gift wrapped just for me.
I step between her legs, my cock pressing against her clit through my jeans. The friction makes her moan, soft, desperate, and it’s fucking addictive. Her hips roll in sync with mine, tiny movements that make my jaw clench. If she keeps grinding like that, I’m gonna blow in my pants like a fucking teenager.
“Say it,” I growl, my lips at her ear, my cock pressed right against her, motionless now. But she’s still moving, grinding, whimpering, chasing the friction. Fuck, she’s so sensitive, her eyes fluttering, her back arching just from rubbing against me.
“Say what?” she breathes, voice all soft and fucked out.
I smirk against her skin. “Am I your type now, princess?”
Her eyes roll back just a little, hips pressing harder into me.
“Maybe,” she whispers, teasing, cocky, but her hands slide up around my neck anyway, pulling me close like she needs something to hold on to.
My cock throbs as I grind against her clit again, and she moans, small and desperate, right into my ear. Her shirt slips open at the top, buttons popping from the motion, and fuck, her tits bounce with every move. I want to suck on them until she comes undone, until she comes just from nipple play.
My control snaps, but I catch it just in time.
This is a punishment, I remind myself. Not pleasure. Not yet.
“Do you want to know how I feel, princess?” I whisper, pushing harder against her clit, her whole body twitching.
“Yes,” she gasps, eyes locked on mine, pupils blown wide, her mouth so close to mine I could taste her breath.
Her voice drops, barely a whisper now. “Yes, please.”
And fuck. There it is.
I could ruin her right here. I could slide inside her right now and she’d take it. She’d beg for it. She’s already there.
But I won’t. Not yet.
With every ounce of strength I have, I pull back, stepping away from her, leaving her sprawled out and dripping on the desk. My cock throbs against my zipper, but I don’t move toward her. I just smirk.
