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"This," he says, running a flat palm over the curve of my ass, "is for walking into my hall with no underwear and making me want to kill every man who looked at you."

The first slap lands before I can brace. Sharp. Loud. The sting blooms hot and immediate, spreading across my skin like fire. I gasp into the sheets.

"Count." His voice is husky, a command I can't help but obey.

"One." I moan, biting my lip.

The second lands on the other cheek. Harder. My whole body jolts forward. I can feel the wetness between my legs growing, dripping down my inner thigh.

"Two."

"Good girl." He praises with a deep groan of pleasure.

He doesn't rush, slowly killing me, oh so deliciously. Each slap is measured and deliberate, landing in a different spot until my entire ass is hot and stinging and I am sobbing into the duvet, not from pain, but from the unbearable pressure building low in my belly. He alternates cheeks. He pauses to drag his fingers through my pussy lips between strikes, coating his palm in my slick before each hit. The sound is obscene. Wet skin on wet skin.

"Seven," I choke out.

"That's my Donna." He says in a rough, heated voice.

He stops. His hands cup my burning cheeks, thumbs pressing into the sore flesh. I hiss through my teeth. Then his tongue is there, dragging up the center of my pussy from behind, and I scream into the mattress.

"Oh god. Oh fuck. Romeo."

He eats me from behind like a man starved. His tongue fucks into me, licking from my clit to my asshole, his hands spreading me open so he can get deeper. The sting of the spanking makes everything sharper. Every nerve ending is on fire. I am grinding back onto his face, shameless, chasing the orgasm that has been building since he first pinned me to the wall.

"Come," he growls against my cunt. "Give it to me."

I shatter. Hot liquid gushes from me, soaking his chin, his throat, and the sheets beneath us. I hear him groan and feel him lap at me through the flood, drinking me down like I am the last water on earth. My legs give out. I collapse onto the bed, trembling, oversensitive, and empty.

He does not give me time to recover.

He flips me onto my back. My ass hits the wet patch, and I whimper. He looms over me, shirt still hanging open, belt still buckled, cock straining against black wool. His face is slick with me. He does not wipe it off. He wants me to know who exactly made me come so hard.

"You squirted all over my mouth," he says. "You're going to do that again."

"I can't," I groan.

"You can." He unzips his pants. "And you will."

His cock springs free. Thick. Long. The head is dark and shining, precum already sliding down his big cock. He strokes himself once, twice, smearing it down the shaft, and my mouth waters.

"Please," I say.

"Please, what?" he smirks, watching me watch him knowingly.

"Please put it in me. Please. I need it." I beg, shame is completely thrown out the window by now.

"Where?" he demands hotly, his arm muscles moving faster up and down.

"My pussy. Please, Romeo. Please fuck me." My hips grind in the air, pleading to be fucked.

"Good girl." He groans, his tone pleased and dark with desire.

He crawls over me, one knee on the bed, one foot on the floor. His thick nine inches of cock drag through my wet pussy, coating itself in my slick. He taps the head against my clit once, twice, and I jerk beneath him.

"Ready?" he whispers down at me.

"I'm begging, Romeo. Please." My tone is needy, and I don't give a fuck. I need him.