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When I finished, he pulled me up off the floor with a jerk and walked me to the table. He cleared the tabletop with one swipe of his arm. Plates and silverware clattered loudly to the floor.
I was going to get my wish. He pushed me over, forcing my chest down to the wooden table.
The cherrywood felt cold against the heat of my breasts as I spread my legs, my arms sprawled on the wood.
He positioned himself behind me and grabbed my arms, pulling them behind me. He clasped them together with one hand, pushing me hard against the table. He positioned his cock at my pussy and teased me, running it the length of my saturated slit, smoothing the tip over my sensitive bud.
I was soaking wet.
“You were naughty, so you don’t get what you want.”
What the fuck?
I squirmed to pull loose, but he was too strong, forcing my chest down and my hips up against the edge of the table. “You said I could get what I asked for,” I complained.
“You have to obey first. You’re going to get wet for me before you get what you want, naughty girl.” He gave me a hard spank on the ass.
I jerked. It hurt.
My ass stung. “I am wet.”
“Not wet enough.”
Squirming did no good, so I gave up. He pushed the tip of his cock against my clit and rubbed it forward and back, increasing the pressure and shifting between the tip of his cock and the fingers of the hand he held it with. He quickly worked me into a frenzy, parting my folds and strumming my swollen clit like an instrument. My legs started to tremble.
I couldn’t reach him as he clamped my hands behind me, holding my chest to the table so I couldn’t move.
The pressure built within me as he teased me with the tip of his cock. I needed him. I ached to have him fill me.
“You don’t want it enough,” he said.
I jerked as he spanked me again. “Please. I want you to fuck me, fuck me hard,” I pleaded. “So hard I can't walk straight.”
He released my wrists and pulled back. He pulled my hips back, urged my legs farther apart, and in one movement, he entered me.
I was still not accustomed to the size of him, but he’d made me so wet, he slid in easily.
He started to thrust. The loud slap of flesh against flesh filled the room as he pulled out and rammed into me again and again, grunting each time. Each thrust seemed harder than the last. He gripped my hips and pulled me against him as he slammed into me, finally taking me as I’d asked, as I’d wanted, as he needed.
“More, more,” I groaned as he thrust harder, filling me fully to my end, painfully at first. Surges of pleasure quickly blotted out the pain.
He slid an arm around in front of me, and his fingers found my clit again. The combination of his thrusting and his fingers on my sensitive nub brought me quickly right up the mountain, to the brink and over as the waves of bliss crashed over me and my veins caught fire. I clamped down hard around his cock as he growled my name.
He grabbed my hair and pulled me back into him as he slammed into me over and over, the slapping sounds of our meeting bodies seeming loud enough to wake the neighbors.
With a final thrust, he went stiff and roared. The lion was back. The animal in him took me, claiming me as his mate. It was the connection I needed this morning. His cock pulsed inside me several more times before he collapsed on my back, pressing me against the wood, his breathing heavy in my ear.
I was wonderfully exhausted. My man had claimed me in his most primal way. I was his, and he was mine. In allowing him to take me, I hoped I’d given him what he needed——the resurrection of the animal in him to combat his enemies.
The king of the jungle was back in charge.
He took care of the condom and put his robe back on while I slid the shirt back over my arms. I ate with no buttons secured, teasing him with my cleavage. Our breakfast had gotten cold, but it was still the most delicious meal I had eaten in weeks.
“Thank you,” he said between bites.
I grinned. I was the luckiest girl in town, sitting across from my man, looking at the grin I had put on his face. We couldn’t do this every morning, but I didn’t plan on waiting too long to try it again.
We showered quickly and were only a little late to work. As he had predicted, I had a hitch in my walk this morning.
