Free Beg Me by Shiloh Walker

inch and then pulled out. “How do you want
it, though? You want a slow, soft fuck? Dirty, raunchy and fast,
like the slut you are?”
    She panted and let go of her butt, bracing
her elbows on the desk. Immediately, his hand fisted in her hair,
lifted her up. She keened out his name, twisted on his dick. “You
stopped,” he said quietly. “I like seeing you hold yourself open
for me, and you stopped.”
    He rested one hand on the curve of her
ass.
    She shuddered in delicious anticipation. Was
he going to—
    “ I think you did it just so I’d punish
you,” he said, his voice harsh as he started to stroke her hip with
a slow, gentle circle. There was just an edge of menace in his
voice.
    Enough to make her tense, even as she
clenched down around him.
    “ Is that it, my nasty little fuck toy?
You want to be punished?”
    She panted out, tugged against the hand he
had fisted in her hair.
    “ Answer me,” he growled.
    “ Yes.”
    He spanked her and she cried out, arching
back. That simple movement drove his cock deeper inside her pussy.
She clenched down around him with a sob. He spanked her again and
then used his right foot to nudge hers over. “Close your legs. I
want you tighter,” he muttered as he let go of her hair and braced
both hands on her hips. “Ah, yeah. Damn it, Tania, you’re so
fucking hot. I need you so bad…”
    The naked emotion, the heat left her
trembling. “Drake, please…”
    He shafted her, deep and hard, each stroke
sending her bouncing up onto her toes from the force of it. Sweet,
sweet pain sang through her and she cried out, feeling the orgasm
edge closer, closer.
    A big hand cupped her left breast, tweaking
her nipple hard. “I want you to come for me, Tawny,” he growled,
dipping his head and pressing a kiss between her shoulder blades.
Still careful to keep his weight off of her, he braced his hands on
the desk, surrounding her with his body but not overpowering her
with it. “Push that cute little ass of yours back against me, ride
my dick and come.”
    She shuddered and clenched around him,
sobbing. “I can’t. l—”
    “ Yes, you can.” He pulled one hand
away from the desk and stroked it down the middle of her torso,
closing in the area between her thighs where she ached and
burned.
    She caught her breath, braced for him to
touch her clit.
    He spanked her instead, lightly swatting the
swollen little bud with his fingers—hard, firm little swats as he
dug his cock into her. She tensed, shuddering. “That’s it,” he
whispered. “Come…my hot, hot little bitch. Tell you what, you come
for me and I’ll let you suck me off again, or maybe I’ll fuck the
hot little hole of your ass, whatever makes you hotter…”
    With a broken cry, she climaxed, shuddering
around his cock and twisting, writhing, riding him.
    “ That’s it. Yeah, that’s
pretty…”
    She listened to him talk her through it,
focused on his voice…and realized he was making her hot all over
again. Even as he was making her melt, in a completely different
way.
    With a sigh, she sank against his desk. But
before she had a chance to relax, he turned her over. “Stay there,”
he whispered, pressing a hand between her breasts.
    She watched drowsily as he pulled his rubber
off and then palmed his cock and started to stroke.
    Her mouth parted.
    He grinned at her, panting. “You look like
you’re getting hungry again,” he muttered as he jacked himself hard
and fast.
    “ I’ve always loved watching a guy do
that,” she whispered, staring raptly at his erection, at the tip,
visible over his pumping fist.
    When the spurt of white jetted out and
landed on her belly, she gasped, closed her eyes. Drake leaned
over, one hand braced next to her side. “You know, you really could
ruin me for any other woman,” he muttered, tracing the tip of his
finger through the come on her belly. “How did you get to be so
damn hot and sexy?”
    She smiled at him. “I like sex.” Then
she shrugged. “It…well,