Page 35 of Make Me Learn
I increased the pace, our bodies moving in a primal rhythm. Amelia's back arched as she surrendered herself to the pleasure I bestowed upon her. The air was thick with the scent of sex and the sound of our moans intertwining.
With each thrust, I marked her body and soul as mine, satisfying my need for control. The tension grew, the intensity of our connection escalating with every passing second. I could feel my own release approaching, the impending orgasm that would consume us both. But I wasn't ready to let go just yet.
The power I held over her was intoxicating. Knowing she willingly submitted to my every command thrilled me. I relished the control, reveling in the way her body responded to my touch, her moans and whimpers growing louder with each deep thrust.
But as much as I craved her pleasure, I also desired the sweet torment of denial. I pulled back and halted my movements, leaving her whimpering on the edge of release.
"No, not yet," I whispered, my voice oozing sadistic delight. "You still have to earn it."
Iwatchedasamix of frustration and arousal danced in her eyes. Her body trembled, torn between the pleasure I had given her and the yearning for more. She wanted to beg, to plead for release, but the gag silenced her desperate pleas.
With a swift move, I yanked the gag from her mouth, letting it fall around her smooth neck, allowing her to speak. I knew the risk we were taking, the chance that someone could overhear us.
"Please, Sir," she moaned, her voice dripping with need. "I need you. I need to cum."
A wicked grin played on my lips as I reveled in her vulnerability. I enjoyed the control I had over her, the power to deny or grant her pleasure.
"Beg me," I demanded, a hint of satisfaction creeping into my voice. "Beg me to make you fucking cum."
She hesitated for a moment, her desires and brattiness clashing within her. But the ache in her eyes betrayed her true longing. Her voice, dripping with desperation, shattered the silence of the room.
"Please, Sir," she pleaded, need dripping from her words. "Please, make me fucking cum. I'll do anything."
The sound of her desperate plea pushed me over the edge, her surrender fueling my own pleasure. I resumed my thrusts, faster and harder, driving her relentlessly towards the brink of ecstasy.
Her moans filled the room, growing louder with each passing second. I felt her body tightening around me, her muscles clenching in anticipation of release. And when I knew she was teetering on the edge, I reached between her legs, finding her swollen clit, and began to rub it in quick, unrelenting circles.
"Cum for me, show me how fucking desperate you are for my cum," I commanded, my voice filled with dominance.
With a cry of pleasure, she shattered, her body convulsing in waves of bliss as her orgasm crashed over her. I kept thrusting, riding out her climax, relishing in the way her body writhed beneath me, her pussy squeezing around me.
As her pleasure subsided, I slowed my movements, holding back my own orgasm, savoring the lingering aftershocks that pulsed through her. I pulled out, leaving her gasping and spent, her body sprawled across my desk.
Stepping back, my own need still burning within me, I reveled in the satisfaction of denying myself for now. I watched her as she struggled to catch her breath.
"Such a good little fucking slut," I praised, my voice dripping with approval.
I guided her to stand upright, her legs still weak from the intense pleasure she had just experienced. Turning her around, I gripped the back of her legs, lifting her and slamming her hard on her ass onto my desk.
Wrapping my hand around her neck I dragged her lips to mine, kissing her deeply and passionately, our tongues dancing together. With my other hand, I guided the head of my cock back to her pussy, pushing inside her slowly, until my piercings were inside her.
Without further warning, I plunged into her with a forceful thrust, impaling her completely on my throbbing cock. She jerked back, a gasp of surprise followed by a whimper that blended pleasure and pain, driving me wild.
Resting my forehead against hers, I used my hand to drag her hips to the edge of the desk, pushing my cock deeper inside her until her legs were spread wide. Testing the angle, I pulled my hips back before slamming them forward again, driving hard into her pussy.
She moaned lowly, her pussy tightening around my cock, both of us on the brink of release. We wouldn't last much longer.
Brushing my lips against hers, I pushed her backwards until she was lying on the desk. Her flushed face glistened with sweat as she panted up at me. The once subtly sheer shirt now clung to her skin, completely transparent and showing off her beautiful tits.
Leaning over her, I licked along her lip before plunging my tongue deep into her mouth, tangling with hers. Releasing her mouth, I moved away, my hand wrapping around her throat and exerting a little pressure. She arched into my hand as I resumed thrusting, her pussy tightening further around my cock, revealing how much she craved my rough treatment.
Maintaining my grip on her throat, the intensity of our connection ignited a primal hunger within me. "Do you feel it, Star?" I growled, my voice low and possessive. "Do you feel how deep I am inside you? How fucking perfectly you take me?"
She whimpered in response, her body trembling beneath me. I continued my thrusts, the intensity building with each movement. I reveled in the power I had over her, in the way she surrendered completely to my control.
Her body arched, craving more, urging me on. The desk shook with the force of our movements, a testament to the consuming fire between us. Gripping her throat, not too tight to hard but enough to exert control, her submission fueled my desire, igniting a burning fire within me.
As I pounded into her, the rhythm grew faster and harder, our bodies moving in perfect sync. The room filled with the symphony of our passion—skin slapping against skin, her moans and gasps of pleasure. Each thrust was deliberate, aimed at driving her closer to the edge of ecstasy.
