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“You ready for my cock, lovely girl?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Still gazing into my cunt and firmly stroking his cock, he said, “Say please. Beg me to fuck you like a good girl.”
“Please, Sir. Please fuck me. I’m begging you, please, Sir.”
“You are a good girl,” he said, lining his cock up against the soaking heat of my pussy, slowly running it up and down my slit. I gasped as the smooth head slid against my clit. He kept making slow strokes along the length of my pussy as I let out choked little breaths underneath him.
Then, suddenly, he pushed in. Hard and deep. Every inch of him filling me in one delicious instant, making me cry out.
Oh fuck. This was everything I had ever wanted. He claimed me with that first stroke and started fucking me deliberately, watching every stroke of his cock into my needy little cunt.
He grabbed one of my legs at the ankle and spread me wider, angling himself even deeper into me and thrusting with slow, deliberate strokes. His other hand squeezed one of my tits, pinching my nipples and sending delicious new waves of pleasure through me.
“Still want to cum?” he asked, voice rough now.
I nodded. Desperate.
“Beg.”
“Please,” I gasped. “Please, let me. I’ll be good. I’ll be… fuuuck. I’ll do anything! Anything!”
Lost in lust as I was, shame still flushed across my skin at how willing I was to serve this man. But I meant every word.
“Good girl,” he said, smiling. “You can cum. Cum for me like a good girl. Cum like you fucking mean it.”
He increased the speed of his strokes and I fell, hopelessly, endlessly into another orgasm. I screamed, unable to contain myself; loud, broken, fucked all the way through. I came and came and came, body shaking, until I was completely spent. I was sobbing and I couldn’t understand why.
He slowed his strokes again, making tiny, deliberate thrusts into my clenching pussy and he kissed me for the first time, lightly on my forehead. I let out another desperate sob, not even really able to understand what had just happened.
Then he flipped me over like I weighed nothing. Bent me down into the mattress, arse up, face pressed into the sheets.
“Now,” he said, sliding his cock back into my cunt like he owned it, “Let’s see what else I can make you beg me to do to you.”
My face mashed against the wet sheets, still damp from my own sweat and cum. My hair stuck to my cheek. I was panting, legs trembling from the second orgasm he’d just dragged out of me.
I should’ve been done. Sated. Ashamed. But I wasn’t.
My pulse was hammering again, harder now. Louder.
He thrust deeply into me a few dozen times, giving my arse the occasional hard, welcome slap and chuckling as I squealed every time.
Suddenly, he pulled out, and I immediately ached from the loss of him.
“Arse higher up,” he said, tapping the backs of my thighs and moving around behind me.
I obeyed. My arse was up, chest down and my mouth lolled open against the pillow. I felt so exposed. And so desperate to please him.
I expected him to resume fucking me from this new angle.
He didn’t.
Instead, he gripped my arse in both hands and spread me.
I heard him exhale. Not a groan. Not a growl. Just this low, satisfied sound - like he couldn’t fucking believe his luck.
“Look at you,” he said. “Didn’t think this was the kind of girl you were, did you?”
I shook my head. I couldn’t speak, I was mortified.
He chuckled, tracing his thumb along the crack of my arse and laughing even harder when I jumped the second he made contact with my arsehole.
“No. You thought you liked boys your own age. Soft ones. Polite ones. You ever had a man put his mouth on you here?”
I opened my mouth to say no, but nothing came out. Because before I could speak, he was there.
He bent down and licked a long, slow stripe between my arse cheeks. Not my pussy, the place I’d already begged him to ruin.
Lower than that.
Slower.
Oh my God.
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