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cum-slut?” He pumped his dick inside
her, groaning as his sac slapped against her wet slit.
    She gripped the edge of the desk, spreading her feet a
couple inches more, tilting her hips up so his balls hit her clit on every
stroke. His body was totally perfect for her.
    Perfect.
    “For loving me. All of me. Not just the pretty parts.”
    He grabbed her by the throat, yanking her up and away from
the desk with his cock still buried in her ass.
    She latched on to his hand around her throat as he sat down
with her in his chair. Her back to his chest, her rear nestled in his groin and
his dick firmly embedded in her backside.
    He placed her hands behind his head and she latched on to
the back of his neck.
    His big hands scooped under her knees, easily lifting the
slight frame of her body, using his leverage to fuck her onto his cock.
    Her legs spread wide, exposing her clit and pussy to the
cooler air moving around the room. She moaned when he nipped the lobe of her
ear.
    “Every part of you is pretty,” he growled. “Each and every
inch of you is exactly what I need you to be. Especially those dirty, depraved
pieces that love it when I use you.” He brought her down harder on his shaft,
making it hurt, making her desire soar through her limbs, steeping her in such
delicious sensations she never wanted it to end.
    She gave herself to him.
    Every inch of her belonged to him.
    Her Owner.
    Their scents rose up, permeating every cell in her body. He
was inside her, his acceptance, his love.
    So deep, so very deep.
    “Get your hand on your clit, whore. Come on the count of
five and I’m going to fill your ass.”
    She clutched a handful of his hair in one of her fists,
sliding the other down her body.
    “One,” he counted.
    She slid her fingers over her clit and knew she was about
two seconds away from imploding all around him.
    “Two.” She bit her lip, brushing her clit as it nearly hummed
with sexual tension.
    “Three.” He fucked her harder and she curled her toes,
trying to distract herself as she panted, nearing the cliff he was going to
throw her off of.
    “Four.” She squeezed her eyes shut, rubbing her clit with a
purpose. Tight little strokes just like he would do if his hands were free.
Harder than she would if she were just being allowed to masturbate.
    Her orgasm barreled down on her, throwing her need higher,
onto another plane of sexual existence she only found with him.
    “Four and a half,” he gritted out. The grip on her legs
tightened and she opened her mouth to beg but a long whimper came out in place
of words.
    “Five!” He shouted and jolted the chair back an extra foot
until it bumped the wall. He used the added leverage to release one of her
legs, circling her middle with one of his meaty forearms, trapping her arm as
she rubbed her clit. He fucked into her, burying himself just as she locked
down on him.
    The first spurt of his cum filling her ass threw her off the
cliff and the wind caught her and tossed her into orbit.
    Her scream broke her apart, releasing her orgasm, giving it
to him because it belonged to him. She twitched and jerked in his firm grasp as
he pumped frantically into her tight hole.
    He whispered in her ear. Words of love, of praise. Her brain
sparkled with the last three things he murmured.
    “My good girl…”
    He lazily moved inside her, his cock twitching, setting off
another volley of glittery sensations snaking their way up to her brain, making
her smile and shiver in his unyielding hold.
    Slowly he relaxed, settling her on his lap. She giggled,
causing him to groan as she squeezed down on his still-embedded cock.
    She turned her head, rubbing her cheek against his chest.
Angel sighed, licking her lips, smiling as she thought of how much water she
was going to have to drink to make up for all of the fluids he’d forced out of
her.
    He tilted up her chin and kissed her lips. It was a soft
caress and for the millionth time in less than an hour she thanked her