Then... stillness. His rough palm soothes the fire, kneading my scorched flesh. His fingers slide into my panties, and through my soaked folds. My scent, musky and primal, fills my nostrils.
“Still dripping,” he rasps. Two fingers plungedeep, curling inside me.
My inner walls clutch him instantly.
“Sure you wanted this?” His thumb grinds my clit in rough, perfect circles, as those fingers pump. “Wanted me toruinyou?”
I sob as my cunt spasms—
His palm slaps my ass again, lighter now, possessively, and sparks dance across my eyes.
Almost there—
“You’re taking it like such a good girl,” he murmurs.
Oh, god.
Suddenly he’s spinning me around, pressing my back against the desk. I feel a flash of pain on my butt cheeks as they plant firmly against the desk, but it’s quickly forgotten in what comes next.
His hands find my wrists, pinning them above my head with one hand while the other trails down my side, over my hip, between my thighs.
“Corin—”
“Shh.” His fingers dip into my skirt, find my underwear, and slide beneath the fabric. “Let me take care of you.”
His fingers slide beneath the lace, finding me already swollen and drenched. My slick coats his knuckles instantly. Thick, hot, shameless.
I moan when he circles my clit, the pad of his thumb applying just enough pressure to make my hips jerk. He builds me, higher and higher and higher and I’m—
Going to cum going to cum!
But then he stops.
Pulls back completely.
“No—!” The whimper tears from my throat. My inner walls pulse around nothing, feeling the aching emptiness so acutely it borders on pain.
“Ask me.” His voice is velvet-wrapped steel.
“Corin,please—”
“Ask meproperly.” His free hand fists in my hair, tilting my head back. “Beg for what you need.”
Heat floods my cheeks. “Please... let me cum.”
“Louder.” His teeth graze my earlobe. “Beg like the dripping little slut you are for me.”
“Fuck— please! Please let me cum! I need it—need you—!”
His fingers dive back into my soaked folds. Not gentle.Claiming.
Two thick digits plunge deep without warning, crooking against that sweet spot inside while his thumb grinds my clit in rough, punishing circles.
Oh god oh god—
Sparks ignite and my back arches off the desk. Every nerve screams.
He slows. Dragging his thumbjustleft of my clit.
