Page 56 of The Pakhan's Secret Baby

“Say it,” he demands, delivering another sharp spank that makes me yelp.

He yanks my hair tighter, using it like reins as he pounds into me faster.

It’s so overwhelming all I can do is whimper and groan until he spanks me again, harder, and I relent.

“You, okay!” I whine. Tears of overwhelming pleasure sting my eyes. I could come again from this.

How can he make me feel this incredible when I might well hate him for it later?

He groans in satisfaction and spanks me repeatedly, alternating cheeks until my ass is hot and throbbing. “And you love it. Tell me how much you love being fucked on my desk.”

Shame burns through me, but the pleasure is too intense to deny. “I love it,” I moan loudly. I just want to come again, and I know he's so close to making that happen. “I fucking love it, okay? Make me come.”

His pace turns feral. He pulls my hair so hard my scalp tingles while his hips snap forward, driving his dick into me again and again.

Every stroke hits that perfect spot inside, sending white-hot sparks through my body that ripple outward and ignite, raising my body temperature to roughly the surface of the sun.

I’m sweating, panting like a damn dog in summer, and he won’t let up.

“You’re mine,” he snarls, spanking me hard enough to make me sob with pleasure. “This tight little pussy is mine to use whenever I want.”

The pressure inside me builds unbearably fast, coiling tighter and tighter, until my second orgasm explodes through me. “Oh God yes,” I groan as my walls convulse violently around him, spasming and fluttering while intense waves of ecstasy rip through every nerve in my body. It feels like I’m being drugged,seduced into a pleasure I both hate and love that threatens to make me addicted against my will.

I scream and my vision goes dim as my pussy gushes around him, juices dripping down my thighs.

My toes curl, my legs shake uncontrollably, and my entire body locks up in blinding, shattering pleasure that seems to last forever.

Rashid’s rhythm falters as my orgasm squeezes him.

With a deep, guttural roar, he buries himself as deep as possible inside me, his hips jerking erratically.

His cock throbs and swells even thicker as he comes hard, hot ropes of his seed flooding my pussy in heavy pulses.

He keeps thrusting, grinding deep as he empties every drop inside me.

A long, primal groan tears from his throat while his fingers dig painfully into my hip and hair, holding me pinned as his orgasm consumes him.

And I am entirely at his mercy.

For several long seconds he stays buried in me, pumping slowly, until he finally pulls out, leaving me breathless and empty.

I stay draped over his desk as I listen to his belt being buckled.

The endorphins have made me nearly incoherent, but I'm aware enough to hear him walk around his desk.

When he moves his mouse the computer wakes, and I see cameras up.

He has a security system that covers most of his house, or maybe all of it.

There could be more security feeds on a different browser.

But when I see a car pull into the driveway and my father climb out, I know they’re showing real time. And I know what I've done.

I made a deal with the devil and it's time to pay up.

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