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But I can’t focus on that now, not with his hands kneading the flesh of my ass he just spanked, soothing the sting only to deliver another smack that has me jerking against the restraints.
Then his fingers are in my pussy again, only to swirl again deep before retreating so he can shove them in my mouth. I pant, hips moving needily back against his hand.
“Lemme see.” He drags my jaw back so I’m looking at him. “Fuuuuuck. That’s my good girl. You’re such a fucking slut for me. Just for me. I’m going to stretch you until you’re gasping and moaning. Then I’m gonna cum so deep inside you.”
I moan at his words and the darkness in his eyes.
“Look at you creaming down your thighs.”
He coats his fingers in the sopping juices in my pussy and drags it to my ass, which he then plays with.
“What a filthy girl you are,” he croons, so dominant and in command.
He spanks me again.
“Don’t you dare come,” he says, and then his mouth is there at my pussy, suckling indecently.
Oh, oh,oh!
I spasm, fingers tightening around the rungs at the top of the bed, toes curling with the effort not to come. It’s so good. Oh god, how does that feel so good?
I’m about to lose the battle because his mouth on me feelssofuckinggoodI lose my mind.
But then he pulls back and growls, “Good girl. What a sexy slut you are. My perfect good girl. I’ve been so fucking hungry for you.”
He spanks me again, but not so hard, and this time on my throbbing pussy.
I squeal with need.
“Are you gonna squirt all over me when I finally give that greedy cunt what it wants?”
“Yes,” I gasp.
“Yes, what?”
He spanks me again, hard, and the pain only amps up my pleasure that feels right at the edge, about to tip over at any second.
“Don’t you dare fucking come,” he growls, as if he knows. “You’re my personal fuck toy, and I say when you come. Don’t you dare come without my say so.”
He brings the vibrator back to my clit at the same time he drips lube down my ass crack.
“You’re such a good girl. Because you’re a slut for me. But just for me. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes. Yes, I’m a slut just for you,” I pant, my pussy clenching desperately. I’d give him anything, doesn’t he know that? Now more than ever.
“You’re mine,” he breathes out hard. “That’s it. That’s it,” he says as I start to spasm beneath him, rocking his hard cock back and forth against my little hole while he amps up the vibrator against my swollen clit.
“You’re so fuckin’ close, aren’t ye? Don’t you dare fucking come. Hold it. Hold it. Don’t you dare fucking come.”
A high-pitched squeal starts to tear from my throat at the pleasure I don’t think I can deny much longer.
“I want to feel your legs spasming like the filthy slut you are. Hold it. Are you there?”
“Yes, Sir!”
“I’m gonna fuckin’ ruin you now. Your little ass is squelching with how much it wants to be filled with me. You’re so goddamned empty and I’m gonna own you. Fuck, look at you quivering and moaning.”
“Yes, please, Sir!”
