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His hands wound around my hips, protecting me from the corner of the table as he plunged into me. He drove into me ruthlessly hard, the tip of his cock bouncing off my cervix and reminding me that he was the one doing the fucking and I was the one taking it.

Over and over, he plowed into me, taking everything that he wanted and more. His fingers dug into my hips, and I knew without a doubt that they were going to leave marks, but a part of me liked that. A low moan escaped me as my body very slowly accommodated to his size, but the more he impaled me on his cock, the more I slowly realized something else.

I wanted to come.

Badly.

With every brutal thrust, I moaned, and soon my moans became screams. Every nerve in my body quivered with unreleased tension, and no matter how much I tried to hold it back, I barreled closer and closer to orgasm.

“Please,” I begged.

“You’re going to take my cock like a good little girl,” he growled.

“It hurts,” I pleaded.

“Then don’t be coy with me again, naughty girl, and I won’t have to punish you with my cock,” he said darkly, and I felt my pussy nearly spasm around his thick, punishing length.

I hadn’t meant to be coy. I’d just wanted to stand up and fight against him for a moment, to stand toe-to-toe with him, but it was hard when his cock kept impaling me again and again, driving me mad with desire. My back arched, taking him deeper and deeper as his cock possessed me, and I dug my fingers into the table, trying to claw at the wood but finding nothing to hold onto as I quickly spiraled out of control.

In that singular moment, my desire soared, unbridled and unrestrained, propelling me into a realm where only raw, untamed passion existed. It was as if a dormant volcano within me had erupted, sending a cascade of fiery need coursing through every vein.

The intensity of my arousal was like a rocket, shooting straight into the stratosphere, leaving the mundane world far below. Every nerve ending was alight, every sense heightened to an almost unbearable degree. The air around me seemed charged with electricity, each breath I took saturated with an aching hunger for him.

My heart pounded like a frenzied drum in my chest, its rhythm echoing the tumultuous whirlwind of emotions that swept me along in its vortex. The world around me became a blur, leaving me breathless, exhilarated, and soaring into a realm where only pure, unadulterated desire reigned supreme.

“Nikolaos,” I breathed.

“You’ll call me sir when my cock is ravaging this sweet little pussy,” he snarled, and my inner walls clutched at his thick length like it was made for it.

“Yes sir,” I wailed.

I kept trying to figure out how far he would go, how brutally hard he would fuck me, and then it would keep getting more ruthless, harsher than I could ever have imagined. My pussy burned from each punishing stroke, and when it got harder than I could have ever thought possible, I started to beg.

“You’re going to be a good girl the next time you want a fucking, won’t you?” he asked.

“Yes, sir,” I whimpered.

He pulled my hips back, pounding into me so firmly that the table scraped against the tile floor beneath me. He yanked my hips back a bit further and slid one hand underneath me, capturing my clit between his fingers in an instant.

“That’s my good girl,” he purred, and my heart skipped a beat. His praise did something to me that I didn’t want to admit, and I wanted so much more of it.

“I’ll be your good girl, sir,” I breathed.

My tits still burned from his punishing slaps, and my nipples pebbled against the table, terribly tender and needy, and I reached for them and took one in between my fingers as he fondled my clit. He circled over my needy little bundle of nerves and my body nearly quaked against the table.

“You’re going to take my cock no matter how hard I give it to you, my little slut,” he growled, the timbre of his voice rolling down my spine like a sip of fine wine.

“Yes. Yes, sir!!!”

“Then be a good girl and come for me,” he demanded.

I shattered.

My eyes rolled back in my head, and I pinched my nipple firmly, pain and pleasure spiraling through me in spades. I writhed beneath him, seeing stars and losing my head so far up in the clouds that I wondered if I would ever come back down again. My body broke and everything inside me burned with pleasure.

Every nerve ignited in the same moment, blaring red hot and blinding me with white hot euphoria until I thought I was losing my mind with pleasure. Sheer ecstasy ricocheted through my body, making my fingers tingle and my toes curl and everything I held dear unravel.

When my climax finally began to fade, I caught my breath, but his fucking didn’t stop.

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