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“I should fuck you right here.” The words are breathed along my neck, his mouth skimming my flesh without fully pressing in. “You want it. Youneedit, don’t you?”
I want to protest, but I can’t. Without even realizing it, I’ve grabbed his waist and started grinding myself against his hand. When I roll my hips a bit harder in response, he uses that moment to cup my whole pussy in his hand and squeeze.
“Who owns you?”
My head is foggy. I can’t think straight. Something echoes in the back of my mind that I need to fight, need to protest, need to hold my ground.
The rest of my entire body screams the answer he wants, though my voice can barely whisper it. “You.”
“I can’t hear you.”
I moan again. He’s moving his hand, kneading my clit with the heel of his palm now. “You, s-sir! I belong to you.”
“That’s fucking right.” Demyen breathes me in, burying his face against the curve of my neck. “But you knew that already, didn’t you? That’s why you smell like me. You’re covered in me. It’s been driving me fucking wild all night.”
Hold on… what?
But any cohesive thought in my head vanishes when he presses one finger, then two, inside me. And when I groan, he sucks on the skin where it vibrates through my throat.
“I want to fill you with me. Over… and over… and over again.”
Each word is emphasized by a deeper thrust of his fingers combined with a coaxing rub against something whollyunfamiliar inside me. I don’t know what he’s doing, or what he’s pressing, but he keeps working his fingers inside me over the same spot.
I’m clinging to him for dear life. My toes are curling to the point of almost hurting from the strain.
And I don’t want him to stop.
Demyen’s eyes are boring into mine, his mouth barely an inch away. His breath is ragged, like he’s trying to maintain control of himself as much as he’s controlling me.
“There’s my good girl.” It comes out in a whisper, almost like a prayer. “But you were naughty, weren’t you?”
I bite my lip and nod.
“Do you know what naughty girls get?”
My head barely shakes, but it’s enough of an answer to him.
I don’t know what registers first—the sudden emptiness inside me, the wet slap, or the heat suddenly spreading through every inch of my pussy.
And when it does register, all at the same time, the only thing keeping me upright is his hand massaging the sting.
I’m so close. I’m so fucking close.
He does it again. He spanks my pussy and I don’t feel a sting at all—only heat, tingling heat, that spreads from my clit to my ass and makes me practically gush all over his hand.
This time, I almost cry out, but he cuts me off with a kiss. It’s hard and hungry, demanding, his tongue invading my mouththe same time his fingers plunge inside me again and work themselves against that same spot.
“Don’t come—” He kisses me again. “Until I say so. Show me you’re my good girl.”
I can only nod. The pressure is building beyond my limits. The only way I can think of holding back is to squeeze my thighs tight around his hand to slow his movements… but that only helps him massage my clit even better.
I don’t know if I can hold back much longer.
“Look at me, Clara.”
I do. I look up at him, deep into his eyes, and see that same rawsomethingfrom earlier. He wants me as badly as I want him, and I’m so fucking tempted to beg him for more than just his fingers. I want him to look at me just like this while he impales me on his thick cock, and?—
“Ahem.”
