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The silk sheets felt cool and luxurious against my heated skin. I got on all fours, just like I had imagined so many times while listening to him. I pulled my nightdress up to my waist, exposing myself completely to the empty room. “F-fuck…” I whispered, pushing two fingers inside my dripping cunt. I closed my eyes and pictured him behind me. “I’ll be your good girl, Master…” I moaned softly, pumping my fingers faster as I remembered the way he had praised that other woman. “Please… fill me up,” I whimpered, adding a third finger. “Treat me like just a hole, Master…”

“Stroke your cock, Alex. Elena, finger your cunt. You’re both going to cum while begging me to keep your secrets.” They obeyed desperately. Alex jerked his thick cock furiously while Elena rubbed her clit, both of them moaning my name, calling themselves my slaves, my whores, my blackmail bitches. I stood over them, fingering myself, until I came one last time, squirting across their faces. Alex exploded first, thick ropes of cum shooting across Elena’s tits and face. Elena followed, shaking and squirting on the floor while crying in humiliated pleasure. We collapsed in a sweaty, cum-soaked pile. I stroked their hair possessively.

I stroked him eagerly, loving the way he groaned and thrust into my fist. “Such a good little whore,” he praised, voice strained. “Look at you, naked on your professor’s desk and jerking my cock like you were made for it.” He kissed me again while I stroked him faster. His three fingers returned to my pussy, stretching me open while his thumb tormented my clit. We moved together—filthy, desperate, perfect. I released again on his fingers, moaning into his mouth as he spilled over my hand and stomach in hot, thick ropes.

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He delved in, a single, masterful stroke before he found my clit and began to circle it, a slow, torturous rhythm that had me squirming on the edge. “You’re still thinking about me when you’re next to me,” he stated, it was a fact, not a question. “Aren’t you?” “Yes,” I muttered, the word torn from me. His touch was doing something dangerous to me, rewiring my brain, melting my bones. “Tell me what you see,” he commanded, his finger pressing harder, demanding more. “I see your mouth between my legs,” I gasped, the fantasy spilling from my lips. “I see you bending me over your desk and calling me your little whore. I see your cum leaking out of me.”

His hands pinned her down to the bed in order not to have any room for escape when she wants to. He planned on taking pleasures from her body till he is satisfied, it doesn't matter if it takes the whole night. She was brought in here for a sole purpose and that's to satisfy his sexual needs. To him, she is nothing but a mere sex slave he possessed under him, not his mate. She is nothing close to even being a concubine, his concubine. He positioned himself in her entrance and with no warning, he thrust into her venomously. He wasn't slow, he wasn't thrusting steadily too. Alpha Connor made sure to makes her scream or howl in agony.

She raised her voice, sounding very angry and her thunderous voice echoed through the room. “Relax Stephanie, we had sex after you guys broke up and you moved on with your girlfriend.” “Oh wow.” “His dick wad good but he was still very naive and he was a slow sex partner.” She furrowed her eyebrows and got up to go to the kitchen. “Slow sex partner? What do you mean by that?” “I mean I like the rough, no pity sex that comes with the multiple orgasms and the ass slapping.” I said excitedly, my mind flash backing to all the p**n videos I have been watching.

Every movement dragged against my walls, hitting every sensitive spot. Kai grabbed my hair and shoved his cock back into my mouth, muffling my cries. Tyler slapped my tits and pinched my nipples hard while spitting on my clit and rubbing it furiously. I was a complete mess — moaning, crying, gagging, and begging incoherently around Kai’s cock. “Gonna fill this slutty little womb,” Marcus grunted, fucking me harder. “You want our cum, don’t you? Want us to breed you like a cheap whore?”

He jumped at her touch, and she pulled at his pants. Suddenly, in a swift gesture, he took off her tshirt and sweater. She shook herself out her bra, and he leaned down to lick the puckering pink nipple. She was flooded with warmth and could feel herself getting wet. She’d been saving herself for a special occasion and a special man, but her body screamed instead, now, now, now. His lips were circling her nipples, while his leg spread her thighs wide so that she could ride against him. She rubbed herself against his leg, grinding against him, using the desk as leverage to find a place she wanted to reach, if only, if only….She wanted to touch him. She reached out to feel his cock and they bo

She craned her neck around to watch him, to see his face, but in the darkness he was unreadable. “Relax, Emily. Open yourself for me.” Slithery lube spattered on her ass, dripping down her crack. Jacob’s fingers followed, tracing her cleft before rubbing at her hole. Emily hissed, pulled on the chains. It felt good, too good. She wanted to quit, to run away. What if he fucks my ass and I love it too much? What if after tonight I’m just his sex slave? His buttfuck babygirl? His finger slipped in easily, her training had paid off.