Page 106 of Hate to Love You

“Aw, is that too much for you, bad little girl?”

“Fuck you!” She fires back defiantly.

“Oh, I will, but only after I’ve given you something to remember me by.”

I smack her bottom again, hearing her sharp intake of breath. And then again.

“Arrgh!” She cries, as I deliver a fourth blow, squirming on my lap.

“I think one more for good measure,” I whisper, biting my bottom lip before whipping her a final time.

“Fuck! That stings!” She whimpers.

“It’s supposed to,” I say, picking her up in my arms. “Perhaps if you wore clothes with a bit more coverage, this wouldn’t have been so bad. But you wanted to be a little slut, so now you’re paying the price.”

I spin her around and lay her on her back, sending the majority of the shit on the top of my desk crashing to the floor without so much as a second thought.

Abby winces, likely from feeling the cane marks on her ass. But I’m about to distract her from the pain.

Stepping up to the edge of the desk, I pull open her knees and hook my arms around her thighs, pulling her down to the edge. She moans like a whore the instant I press my lips to her beautiful pussy, slipping my tongue vigorously inside of her.

“Oh my Goddddd,” she shouts, throwing her head back against the desk and thrusting her hips against me.

Pressing down on her stomach, and tightening my grip around her shaking legs I devour her, sucking and swirling my tongue around her clit, tasting her delicious cum. I keep her firmly in my grasp as I shove my long index finger back inside of her.

Fuck my life, she’s so tight.

I’ve never felt anything like it.

“How’s that feel, baby girl?” I growl, the taste and scent of her pussy driving me absolutely mad.

“It’s…it’s…” she stutters, her whole body convulsing. “So good. Please, don’t stop.”

“Have you learned your lesson, Miss Wayne?” I ask, pulling out and slipping another finger inside of her, this time pressing upwards directly against her swelling G-Spot.

“No. I mean…yes…I…I…Oh, God, fuck, I don’t know!” She breathes, as I work my fingers even harder.

“I’m afraid I’m going to need an answer,” I grin, now rhythmically flicking her clit, feeling her muscles contracting around my fingers.

“Oh shit! Shit! If you keep doing that then…then...I’m going to cum, Roman!”

“Not yet,” I growl pulling out of her and rubbing her arousal all over my now throbbing erection. “I want it to be on my cock.”

“Oh fuck! Yes!” She says, gripping my shoulder so hard I can feel her nails digging into my skin.

“Tell me how bad you want me to fuck you, Foxy,” I growl, rubbing the tip of my cock between her lips. “Say it for—”

But her hand comes down hard across my face once again, stunning me momentarily.

“Will you just shut up and fuck me?” She snaps angrily. “Stop talking and fuck me!”

That does it.

I ram into her hard, taking her breath away, and forcing myself inside of her impossibly tight pussy and immediately grabbing her throat.

“Slap me like that again, Miss Wayne,” I snarl at her venomously, thrusting into her over and over as her eyes roll back into her head. “And I swear to God, I will fuck this pussy of yours so hard that I’ll put your ass in a coma.”

I lean in, biting her earlobe slamming into her again.