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“I sincerely hope not for your sake.” He pries my feet apart with his, still not dropping his full weight onto my back. “Pleasure daddy’s cock, Indigo. Make the apology a rigorous one.”
The words, spoken so measuredly, with such assertive grace, leave me pulsing my ass back and forth so that the tight, clenching walls of my pussy can give him pleasure.
With my cheek planted onto the wooden tabletop, I whisper the word “Grey” without meaning to as his rock hard-cock fills me up.
“It’sGreysonto you when I fuck you, Indigo. Greyson. Mr. Everitt. Sir. Or Master.”
A gentle chuckle escapes me as he says it and I feel his lips widen into a smile against my cheek, but when he speaks, his tone is altogether more authoritative. “You think I’m kidding, Indigo?”
“Greyson, I’ll give you,” I shoot back. “The others, you can dream about.”
“Hmm,” he groans most devilishly, and suddenly my top is being pulled off my body and my bra unclasped and thrown across the room. “I’m gonna make you pay for that.”
He lifts me by the waist, pushing me further down the table until I’m completely prone, my entire naked front pressed into the wood. He climbs on top of my back, spreading my legs far apart, and then further, and further with his and then with his hands until my legs are at right angles to my torso.
He locates the entrance to my pussy with his cock and drives in in one merciless stroke, holding my ankles wide apart with his strong hands as he blankets my back with his chest, using his legs to fuck the opening to me.
“All that yoga practice you do is going to make fucking you most pleasurable, little brat.”
“You’re such an asshole,” I whisper as he groans against the side of my cheek, alternating strokes, fast then slow, reveling in the body he thinks he owns.
I can’t allow that to happen… can I?
The guy is a walking red flag. He’s told me more times than I can count that he’s afraid he’ll hurt me.
So why does this feel better than anything I've ever known?
He lets go of my ankles, weaving the fingers of one hand into the hair beneath my hairband and sliding his other hand around to my mouth as he fucks me.
He pushes the tips of his fingers between my lips. “Suck.”
I barely even wait for the order, desperate as I am to suck on him, albeit his cock rather than his fingers, but I really hope that’s coming.
As if reading my mind, he drawls, “If I didn’t know better, I’d say that accommodating little whore mouth of yours was hungry to suck on my cock…”
I close my eyes as I suck on his fingers. His dick makes fast and short thrusts inside me before sliding deep.
“For your information,” he continues. “You’ll have earned that privilege when you’re blindfolded, handcuffed and on your knees, mouth wide open for me, so that you gag on me properly and better taste my cum as I generously deposit it down that thirsty throat of yours.”
He sweeps his lips firmly across my cheek as his other hand forces my head further to the side so that he can withdraw his fingers and replace them with his tongue which he pushes into my mouth, making me moan in pleasure at the double invasion.
As he withdraws from my mouth, my gaze collides with his as he fucks me very deliberately, the strokes measured but for occasional grunts and curses that he makes when the pleasure mounts too much, forcing him to pause for a moment.
“Rock your pussy back onto my dick,” he instructs, stopping all movement.
“I can barely move,” I reply, my entire torso weighed down by the heavy mass of his.
“Try,” he responds. “This apology isn’t meant to feel comfortable.”
“The apology is over,” I announce, his glare scorching my face.
“I say when it’s over. Now, do your job. And work your pussy along my cock.”
As he lifts his weight from my ass just a little, I manage to move, angling my hips up and down. We’re silent for a moment, hearing nothing but the slip of my increasingly sore pussy along ten rock-hard inches of cock.
“You like that, little brat?”
“Yes.”
