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Time is limited. I want to worship Ronny and make her beg. But she’s already dripping wet. I’m sure she’s sore from last night and I can’t fuck her as hard as I otherwise would.

She deserves something soft. Something slow.

Instead she has me.

I shove my pants down just far enough to free my cock and then I’m at her entrance, easing my way inside as slowly as I can. Ronny hooks her legs around my hips and pulls me in deeper.

“Fuck me, V.” The words are sinful on her lips. “I can take it.”

If she wants all of me, she’ll have it. I thrust deep and she cries out. It’s a sound of pleasure that goes straight to my cock. I piston into her, her tight heat wrapped around me so close I doubt I’ll ever be free.

She’s the sweetest cunt I’ve ever fucked, the only one that matters. And with every thrust the tendrils tying us together go in deeper. She could ask me for anything in this moment and I’d do it for her with a smile.

I’ll be her beast, her monster. Even her reformed man. Whatever she needs, so long as I can have her.

Her silken skin engulfs me and I reach up, tweaking her nipple through the thin material of her dress. It’s already wrinkled and when she walks out of here she’ll look well fucked. It’s the only mark I can leave on her right now, and it will have to do.

“V, oh god, V. That’s it. Please. More,” her cries are nearly incoherent and her legs are clutched tight around me. There would be no pulling out even if I wanted to.

It sends me over the edge, spilling into her just as she screams, her hot walls rippling around me as she comes.

She’s breathing heavy as I pull out of her and there’s a wet spot on her father’s desk.

“I think my father killed my mother.” It isn’t the afterglow talk I expect. “There’s no proof. But I want him to pay.”

I pull her forward and kiss her swollen lips. “He’ll pay.” I promise. “Now get ready, we need to go meet a friend.”