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“Clem,” she breathed. “Shouldn’t we—?”

“Widen your legs,” he said, stepping between them and wrenching her drawers down over her bottom and down to her knees. Lifting her hips like she weighed nothing he settled the blunt head of his cock at her weeping cleft. Theodora’s eyes locked on his as he lowered her down on him, forging through her folds, breeching her, and opening her up as she sank down onto his hard length. He bit his lip and his eyes fluttered closed as she took his last every inch. “Aw fuck, Dora,” he whispered. “You’ve swallowed me whole. You’re so fucking tight and wet.”

Speech was beyond her at this point, but she could already feel herself start to flutter and clench around him. “Oh! Clem!” she gasped, arching into him. “I can’t—! I can’t stop.”

His eyes sprang open, and his hands slid down to grasp her buttocks and squeeze her tight. “Bad girl,” he growled appreciatively. “Coming already. Now didn’t you promise me you would wait?”

“Uhhhh, Clem!”

“And coming so hard too,” he grunted, seizing her hips and jolting her against him. “Such a naughty little pussy. Don’t you know what happens to girls who break their promises?”

Theo’s fingers scrabbled at the dresser, but there was nothing to hold on to. She was suddenly terrified he would withdraw before she reached fulfillment. “Please Clem,” she shuddered. “I can’t help it.” He laughed low and wicked in her ear, his big hands still roaming over her backside and hips, squeezing and fondling her there.

“That’s okay, Dora,” he said soothingly. “I’ll let you take what you need, but afterwards you have to suffer the consequences.” Theo nearly wept with relief. She pushed back against him as he murmured encouragement. At last, he placed his hand between her shoulder blades and pushed her down on the wooden surface, giving her a hard buck of his hips. Theo screamed and came so hard black spots appeared before her eyes.

She re-surfaced moments later with her cheek still resting on the dresser. He was still hard and impaled inside her. She lifted her flushed face to meet his eyes in the mirror.

“All better?” he rumbled. His eyes were on fire with lust. Oh God, thought Theo. I feel wrung out like a dishrag! As if aware of her thoughts, he grinned at her wolfishly. “Now it’s my turn Dora.”

“Clem,” she said weakly. “I don’t know if I have the strength to hold myself up.”

“That’s not something you need to worry about, my darling,” he assured her huskily and shoved her forward again onto the dresser, and Theo gasped as several items were dislodged and bounced on the carpet below. Now she was fully bent over, the balls of her feet only just touching the floor below.

“Open your eyes. I want you to watch yourself in the mirror.”

Theo whimpered as she opened her eyes. Instead of her own reflection, she immediately sought out Clem’s. “I said watch yourself,” he repeated. She had just managed to drag her eyes back to her own face when he asked, “Ready for me, Dora?” She nodded, unable to form words in the moment. “Say it.”

“Yes,” she breathed out and he surged forward again, letting her have it. Theo gave a low moan, and pushed back, encouraging his entry. Clem bit off a curse and slowly retreated again before surging forward with such strength that the dresser jolted beneath her, the wood surface biting into the top of her thighs.

She could not bring herself to care in the moment, but Clem caught her hips and dragged her back onto his cock until her lower belly rested more comfortably on the edge. Theo ventured a quick glance at his face. His eyes were closed and his expression rapturous.

She knew he wanted her to watch herself, but she could not bring herself to tear her eyes away. His eyes fluttered open, and seeing the expression in them, Theo felt something tighten in her breast. My God, he was so beautiful. “You like watching me, Dora?” he asked softly.

“Yes.”

At her words, his lips quirked up. “Well, then that’s a fair exchange, as I certainly like watching you.” They gazed at one another wordlessly for a minute, then Clem asked throatily. “Can you reach up and pull down your chemise for me, Dorabelle? I want to see those pretty tits of yours.”

Dora went up onto her elbows again and reached up to tug loose the simple ribbon at her neckline; she drew down her chemise, so her shoulders were bared.

“A little more,” Clem encouraged huskily. It was a good thing she wore them loose, she thought as she took hold of the fabric and yanked it down to her waist, baring her breasts. She heard Clem catch his breath. “Ah Dora,” he groaned, moving his hands from her hips to grasp the edge of the dresser. Luckily, the hard press of his hips behind her bottom kept her pinned in place. “Dora, Dora, what am I going to do with you?”

“I think it’s pretty obvious what you’re about to do with me,” she answered with a flicker of spirit.

“Oh yes, tell me, then,” Clem said, his gaze scorching in the mirror.

“You’re about to—well, spill inside me.”

“Christ, I hope not. At least not yet. Last time was …” He winced. “Let’s just say I was taken off guard.”

“Taken off guard?”

He made a sound of agreement in his throat. “Whereas this time, I’m prepared for the tight perfection of your wet little pussy.”

Dora frowned and opened her mouth to remind him of her preferred word, but the sudden thrust of his hips cut her off. “Oh!”

“You like that?” Clem asked, then thrust again.

“Oh.” Theo closed her eyes and concentrated on the strange feeling. “Um …”