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I chuckle darkly behind her. “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me. This is supposed to be your punishment, Daze. Yet you’re begging for more, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” she says needily, and I reward her with two more spanks.

I hum. “But you do have a point. How careless of me not to check for myself how wet you are.”

With that, my thumbs spread her open, smearing her wetness from her opening to her clit and back. “You’re fucking soaked. Isthat from choking on my cock and swallowing my cum and spit, or me reddening your ass, Daisy girl?”

“All of it.” She wiggles her ass in my hands, hoping I take pity on her and relieve that ache that must be driving her wild.

I growl behind her. “And would you look at that?” One thumb circles her clit firmly. “Your clit is so fucking needy and swollen, Daze. Is this where it aches? Need me to take care of this little problem for you? Or should I pull your pants back up and leave you how I found you? Bratty and unsatisfied.”

“Please, Luke. I-I’m sorry. I won’t be a brat again. I’ll be a very, very good girl,” she pleads, but I lean to my side and spot the smirk on her face as she pants on my desk. She catches me watching her. “Well, maybe I’ll try? That’s the best I can offer.” She winks at me, and I spring into action.

“You don’t deserve this, but you’re dripping all over my desk, causing such an inconvenience. I have no choice but to…”

“Fuck.” She bucks as my hands keep her ass cheeks in place and I start to tongue fuck her from behind.

I continue my assault, breaking momentarily to taunt her. “Next time you make a mess like this, you’re licking your cum off my desk yourself. Especially since you did such a good job swallowing mine. Sound fair, Daze?” I don’t let her answer as I thrust two fingers into her tight pussy. They tighten around me, threatening to pull me in.

Fuck that.

My cock has been hard as a rock and ready to go again since the second I had her bent over my desk bare.

She whines as I stand and take a look at my handiwork. Daisy bent over and spread open for me on my desk, her hair wildly tossed over her shoulder as she looks back at me, eyes pleading for mercy.

I don’t wait another second.

My hands are on her hips, not having to line up my cock because it knows exactly where to go the second my tip slides along her entrance. With one hard thrust, I push in to the hilt, hitting that spot that has her pussy pulsing around my cock.

“Luke!” She screams my name. Long gone is the Daisy who would be mortified if anyone knew what we were up to in my office, and in her place is the woman who can’t think beyond her next orgasm.

I set a punishing pace, railing into her, giving her that cock she was so hell-bent on having. My girl wanted it rough, and that’s exactly how I’m giving it to her. I will be providing an absurd amount of aftercare later, but right now my only goal is to fuck my girl exactly how she wants it. If she isn’t walking funny by the time I’m done with her, then I haven’t done my job properly.

With that in mind, I push even harder, the legs of my desk scraping along the floor each time I do.

“Oh my fucking God, Luke. Yes, yes, right there. Don’t stop. Please don’t—”

I barely have enough time to bend over her body and clasp my hand over her screaming mouth before she comes. In this position, I’m seated even deeper, enjoying the way her plump ass bounces against my brutal thrusts. Her orgasm continues to pummel over her, and her pussy squeezes me so tight I don’t stand a chance.

I come inside her on a roar that I have to muffle by biting the crook of her neck.

She screams when I do and continues to squeeze my cock as she milks me dry.

I pant as my tongue lashes out softly, running over my teeth marks, and send a silent thank you to the universe that I didn’t break her skin.

I stand and slowly pull out of her, causing us both to wince.

“Are you okay?” I ask quickly, stepping to the side as I brush some loose strands out of her face.

She takes a few deep breaths, but I’m already relaxing at the sight of her blissed-out face. “Oh, I’m more than all right. I think I’m finally on board with you quitting your job if it means we can stay at my place and do that all day long.”

I chuckle as I lean back and take her in.

Fuck, I’m going to need her to cover up soon or I’m really going to have to come up with an excuse to miss our big game.

“You sure you’re not sore?” I ask as my fingers circle around the hole that has my cum slowly leaking out of it.

She tenses, then laughs. “Oh, I’m fucking sore all right. Even athletes need rest days, right, Coach? But then I’ll be back at it. Mark my words.” She ends her statement with a low moan as I slowly continue to use my cum to play with her clit.