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A quick flurry of hard strikes whipped me. It hurt more than the rest and I didn’t know how much more I could take. My clit pulsed as if it was teasing me, telling me that I’d only just scratched the surface.
“Please,” I begged.
“Do you feel like a punished little girl?” Kieran’s voice simmered into my senses, catching me and holding me safely within his grasp.
“Yes, sir,” I breathed.
His fingers dragged across my burning flesh. I whimpered when he dug his nails in, my skin extra sensitive to the sting but I found myself pushing into it anyway.
This was a kind of bliss I’d never even known existed. In that moment, I knew I would never be the same again.
Bent over the table with my bottom burning, I tried to grapple with the overwhelming sensations. My ass was scalded, and I sighed as he softly squeezed it, the sensation immediately racing to my clit and causing it to pulse.
“You need more than just my belt, don’t you, little girl?”
He’d moved behind me, brushing his cock against my thigh. For a second, I was angered by the fabric of his pants that there was still something between us. He leaned over me, kissing the small of my back sweetly as his other hand squeezed my ass hard enough to make me gasp.
“Yes, sir,” I rasped.
I hummed nervously at the sound of his zipper, slowly spreading my thighs open a bit in hopes that he was going to fuck me now.
His fingernails dragged up and down my scalded backside, teasing and taunting me with pain and pleasure until I was out of my mind with it. His pelvis pressed against me, reigniting the sting from his belt and my pussy clenched hard.
“Please… I need…” I began, but he cut me off.
“I know what you need, little girl.”
The turgid heat of his cock slid against my wet thigh, and I stole in an anxious breath. It was even more formidable than I had expected and when he slid the head through my wet folds, I nearly doubled over with desire.
I moaned, immediately overwhelmed by it.
I wanted this. I needed it. I wanted Kieran to fuck me so badly that it hurt.
I spread my thighs, feeling my wanton wetness dribble down them and not caring as his cock slid against me. He teased me with it for a few moments before he lined the head of his cock up with my entrance.
I held my breath. This was the moment I was waiting for.
“Naughty girls like you need a fucking, don’t they,” he whispered.
“Yes,” I whined.
“Good girls get fucked gently, but you weren’t a good girl, were you?”
“No, sir…”
My core nearly ignited with heat.
“Naughty girls get fucked hard enough to leave their needy little pussies good and sore,” he murmured. The flat of his hand pressed against my back and I whimpered as my pussy clenched hard, waiting for him to fill me.
“Yes, sir,” I whispered.
I thought I was ready.
I was wrong.
His hips jerked forward, thrusting his thick girth into me with a demanding force meant to subdue me. My body wasn’t prepared to take someone as large as him and it burned from the start. I cried out as he pushed the head completely inside me. With a brutal steadiness, he slowly forced each inch inside me as I suffered through the delicious agony of it.
I could feel every ridge as he entered me, the decadently thick flare of the head and the throbbing veins to either side of his shaft.
