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“That’s more like it.”

I delivered four in rapid succession, once again twirling the handle.

“Three, four, five, and six, sir. Thank you for spanking me.”

“Ah, perfect.”

As I continued the spanking, she squirmed and moaned, still counting off although the sounds were breathless. I kicked her legs further apart, barely able to concentrate given how beautiful her swollen lips had presented themselves. They were glistening and so pink that my mouth watered all over again.

After three more, I took a deep breath.

“Twenty, twenty-one, and twenty-two, sir and thank you for fucking spanking me.”

Her attitude only fueled the fire burning deep within, the embers never dying out after our last round. The moment I rubbed the handle up and down her pussy, she bucked hard, gasping for air.

“You’re so wet. I think you enjoy being punished.”

“Never. Sir.”

I gently pushed the handle inside, every muscle in my body tingling. She rocked backward, meeting the slender invasion, arching her back as she closed her eyes.

“Such a naughty girl.” I thrust a few times then returned to the round of discipline, cracking the spoon against her upper thighs. The way she cried out was sweeter than any symphony. My cock was fully engorged, my balls fully swollen, and satisfaction was needed soon.

By the point I was finished with doling out her punishment, she had her face pressed against the island, her slender back heaving. I slipped my fingers into her wet pussy, electricity shooting through them all the way down both arms. She was even wetter than before, undulating her hips to meet every thrust. Her brow was pinched, her mouth twisting as whispers of pleasure slipped from her throat.

I was far too gone to remain gentle any longer, sliding my slickened fingers to her asshole just like I’d done before. When I pressed them inside, she pushed up from the counter, jutting out her hips. I spread my fingers wide open, driving as deeply inside as possible until I couldn’t take it any longer. The moment I wrapped my hand around the base of my cock, she arched her back even more, issuing a blatant invitation.

It was almost impossible not to be the brutal man I was with everything else, but I refused to hurt her.

Even if I’d hurt almost everyone else I’d cared about.

She was different. Special. No, she was perfect.

I closed my eyes, my heart thudding against my chest as I pressed the tip inside her tight little hole, immediately shaking from the influx of sensations. I wanted to be gentle, but as I pushed another inch inside, I was forced to realize the last of my control was slipping.

“So tight,” I managed, taking shallow breaths.

Chasity hung her head, her breathing as rattled as mine. When I drove another inch inside, she drove her bottom back by a few inches, forcing the remainder inside.

“Fuck. Yes… God, yes.” She undulated her hips, making certain my cock was fully seated. The heat and tightness were overwhelming, my mind blown by just how good it felt fucking her tight asshole.

After a few seconds, I became nothing more than a beast, pounding into her with such ferocity that she was shoved against the edge of the countertop. She didn’t seem to care, jamming her hands on the edge, still meeting every savage thrust with one of her own.

Our guttural sounds combined, spinning around us, keeping the beast inside of me in total control. I gripped her hips as I’d done before, picking up my rhythm, pushing her to the point she was moaning continuously.

As my balls tightened, echoes rumbling in my ears, there was no chance I could hold back any longer. I threw my head back, gasping for air. Then a roar erupted from deep within.

“Yes!” Her muscles convulsed as I filled her with my seed, and at least for a few seconds, the horrible emptiness faded, a moment of peace settling into my system.

If only it could last.

* * *

Chasity

Creak… Tick. Tick. Tick.

What?

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