Teach Me How To Burn(A Spicy Erotica Collection)

Teach Me How To Burn

Chapter 3

Mirabel’s voice shook as she tried to continue reading, her fingers gripping the divorce papers so tightly the edges crumpled.

“‘Section 8… regarding spousal support… the petitioner… demands...’”

Charlie growled against her ass, his tongue plunging deeper into her tight hole. He ate her with filthy, greedy strokes, long licks, wet circles, and possessive sucks that made her knees buckle. His strong hands kept her cheeks spread wide, completely exposing her as he devoured her most private place.

Her words dissolved into a broken moan.

“Keep reading, Mirabel,” he ordered harshly, pulling back just enough to slap her ass hard. The sharp sound echoed through the office. “Don’t you dare stop.”

She gasped, forcing her eyes back to the paper.

“‘…demands two hundred and fifty thousand dollars annually… for a period of ten years… due to emotional… ahh...yesssss.... distress...’”

Charlie moved lower. His tongue dragged down to her dripping p***y, licking her swollen folds before thrusting inside her. He f****d her with his tongue in deep, rhythmic strokes, tasting her sweetness while his nose pressed against her ass. Two thick fingers joined his mouth, stretching her open as he curled them against her sensitive front wall.

Mirabel’s legs trembled violently. Her voice cracked again and again as pleasure tore through her.

“‘The… the respondent… failed to provide… emotional availability… and.... f**k, Mr. Richmond, oh yesss.’”

He sucked hard on her c**t, then returned to her p***y, licking and fingering her relentlessly. The wet, obscene sounds of his mouth filled the room, mixing with her desperate whimpers and the rustling of the papers.

Suddenly, Charlie rose to his feet. He was done teasing her... He needed to be deep inside her immediately.

In one powerful motion, he pinned her harder against the mahogany desk, her breasts pressed flat against the cool wood and the divorce papers. He yanked his belt open and freed his thick, heavy c**k. It was rock hard, veins pulsing, the head already slick with precum.

Without warning, he lined himself up and thrust into her soaked p***y in one long, brutal stroke.

Mirabel cried out, the papers nearly slipping from her hands as he stretched her wide.

“Read,” he growled, starting to f**k her with deep, possessive thrusts. Each slam of his hips pushed her harder into the desk. “I want to hear every greedy word while I f**k this tight cunt.”

Mirabel moaned loudly, struggling to focus as his thick c**k pounded into her.

“‘Section 9… division of… properties… the marital home… is to be awarded to… the petitioner... oh god...oh my f*****g god...’”

Charlie f****d her harder, one hand gripping her hip bruisingly while the other reached around to rub her c**t. His heavy balls slapped against her with every thrust. The desk creaked beneath them.

“Keep going,” he demanded, voice rough with pleasure. “Tell me how much that b***h tried to take from me while I’m buried balls-deep in my new slut.”

“‘…and the… vacation property in… Aspen… along with fifty-five percent of… all liquid assets...’”

Her words kept breaking into gasps and cries as he railed her. Charlie leaned over her back, biting her shoulder, his hips snapping forward relentlessly. The contrast was intoxicating...the cold, legal language of his failed marriage being read aloud while he claimed Mirabel’s body so completely.

He reached forward and grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back slightly.

“Louder,” he commanded, thrusting even deeper. “I want every f*****g paragraph.”

Mirabel obeyed as best she could, her voice hoarse and trembling with every powerful stroke of his c**k.

Charlie’s hips snapped forward with deep, measured strokes, burying his thick c**k inside Mirabel’s tight, soaking p***y again and again. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the luxurious office, mixing with her broken voice as she struggled to keep reading.

“‘Section 10… regarding… the division of… investment portfolios…’” she gasped, her words interrupted by a sharp cry as he drove particularly deep.

“Good girl,” he growled, gripping her hips tighter, pulling her back onto his c**k with every thrust. “Don’t stop. I want to hear exactly how much she thought she could bleed from me.”

Mirabel’s breasts were pressed flat against the mahogany desk, the divorce papers scattered beneath her. Her voice trembled violently as he f****d her.

“‘The petitioner… requests sixty percent of… all stocks and… bonds acquired during the… marriage...ahh, fuck...’”

Charlie groaned in pleasure, his c**k throbbing inside her. He slowed his pace deliberately, making each thrust long and powerful so she could feel every inch stretching her walls. His hand reached around to rub slow circles over her swollen c**t, keeping her right on the edge.

“Keep going,” he ordered, voice dark and commanding.

“‘…and the… private jet… to remain in the petitioner’s name…’”

He f****d her like that for several more minutes...deep, possessive strokes that made her moan and whimper between every line. The contrast between the cold legal text and her desperate, pleasure-soaked voice only made him harder.

Finally, Charlie pulled out slowly, his c**k glistening with her juices. He flipped her over with ease, lifting her onto the edge of the desk so she was sitting facing him.

“Legs spread wide,” he commanded.

Mirabel obeyed instantly, parting her thighs and planting her heels on the edge of the desk, fully exposing her dripping p***y to him. Charlie stepped between her legs, lined up his thick c**k, and sank back into her in one smooth, powerful thrust.

She moaned loudly at the new angle.

He grabbed the divorce papers with one hand, holding them up in front of her while his other hand gripped her hip, steadying her as he began pounding into her cunt again.

“Read,” he growled, thrusting hard enough to make her breasts bounce. “Hold it together while I f**k you properly.”

Mirabel’s hands shook as she took the papers from him, trying to focus on the words while his thick c**k stretched and filled her over and over.

“‘Section 11… custody of… the vacation homes… the petitioner… demands sole ownership of...oh god, right there, Mr. Richmond...’”

Charlie leaned in, sucking hard on one of her n*****s as he drove into her, his hips rolling with deep, relentless strokes. The desk creaked under the force of his thrusts. He kept one hand on her thigh, spreading her wider, watching intently as his c**k disappeared into her soaked folds again and again.

“‘…and the… marital artwork collection… valued at… two point three million...’”

Her voice cracked into a long, helpless moan as he hit a particularly sensitive spot inside her. Charlie didn’t slow down. He f****d her steadily, possessively, his balls slapping against her ass with every deep thrust. His free hand moved between them, rubbing her c**t in firm circles.

“Look at me while you read,” he ordered, voice rough with lust. “I want to see your face when you say her greedy f*****g demands.”

Mirabel’s eyes met his, glazed with overwhelming pleasure. Her lips trembled as she continued reading between gasps and cries.

“‘The respondent… is to… transfer… all rights to the… penthouse property… within thirty days…’”

Charlie smiled darkly, pounding harder into her dripping cunt, f*****g and claiming her completely on top of the very document that had made him pissed.