His c**k thrust into my cunt without warning, stretching me wide, and I moaned—loud, needy. He started slow, painfully slow, dragging out every inch of friction. I let out a strangled moan, my body arching in response.
"Needy little thing," Dontrell mused, his tone dripping with mockery as he slid deeper inside me.
His hand cracked down against my ass, the sharp slap making me gasp. The sting melted into heat as his fingers kneaded the flesh, his grip punishing, possessive.
I whimpered as his fingers trailed lower, teasing my c**t from behind as he banged me.
"Look at you," he murmured, voice dark with satisfaction. "So f*****g wet. You love this, don’t you? Love it when I put you in your place.”
"Yes," I gasped, my fingers gripping the edges of the desk.
"Say it," he ordered, his
