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I’m not good enough.

I know that too.

I’m fucking merciless, and I may hurt her.

But I’ll have her, and I’ll have her now.

I break the kiss, lean down, and close my lips around a nipple.

“God…” she breathes.

“Feel good, baby?”

“So good…”

Her words spur me on. But good isn’t good enough. I want everything from her. I want her pleasure. I want her pain.

I want it all.

In fact, I’m done waiting. I drop the nipple and move backward a few inches. I grab a condom out of my pocket and then free my hard cock.

She gasps. “Oh my…”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” I say as I stretch the condom over my erection. “Time to get rid of these.” I grasp the panties with both hands and rip them apart.

They fall on the floor on top of the dress. Now all she wears is the glass bracelet on her wrist.

In an instant, she’s back on the desk, and I plunge inside her.

“Oh!” she gasps.

She’s tight. So fucking tight. But wet enough that it’s a smooth ride. I thrust, thrust, thrust…

“Fuck,” I grit out. “So good, Ella. You feel so fucking good.”

Moans escape her. Little squeals. Then big squeals.

With a free hand, I grab her tit. Squeeze it. Pinch the nipple.

“You’re going to come for me,” I pant out. “You’re going to come hard, like you’ve never come before.”

“I’ve never— Oh my God!” Her walls clench around me.

“Yeah, baby. Just like that. You come for me. On my cock. On my big fucking cock.”

I pump, pump, pump…

Until I crash over the peak and release.

And I swear to God, it’s the best orgasm I’ve ever had. More intense. More powerful. Almost…

Fuck.

Almost sacred.

When reality sinks back in, I pull back.

Ella is perched on the edge of the desk, her skin flushed, her nipples dark. The glass bracelet is still on her wrist, her legs still spread.