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“All I want right now is to sink into your tight pussy, to feel you come apart again, but perhaps I should leave that for tomorrow night.”
She tips her head to the side, regarding me with a playful expression. “You can wait that long?”
I quickly pull her down to the edge of the mattress before turning her over and spanking her ass hard. When she yelps, a chuckle reverberates through my chest. “Sassy little one. Aren’t you?” Another swat lands on her ass, and another. I continue until my handprints are all over her creamy flesh. I add one swat on her wet pussy, which has her rising up on her tiptoes.
“I can be a brat if I want to be.”
“Brats get spankings.” It’s a warning that makes her cheeks turn bright red.
“Perhaps that’s what I was vying for,” she challenges me. I push her head against the mattress before tugging her hips toward me. Her ass is pert and round. My hand makes contact again. A loud, resounding spank lands on her left cheek, then the right.
Soft whimpers tumble from her lips as I continue my assault. Six swats, three on each side, and she’s trembling again. My cock is rock-hard, begging me to sink into her tight entrance.
“You say thank you for your spanking, little one,” I coo in her ear, causing her to shiver at my words.
“Thank you, Sir.”
“Good girl.” Stepping back, I grip my dick and consider doing this. I reach for my pocket and find the condom in my wallet. I rip it open and sheath myself before nudging her entrance. “Are you ready?”
“Yes, Sir.” She wiggles her ass, and without a second thought, I’m sinking into the tightest pussy I’ve ever felt. My cock is snug inside her as I thrust balls deep.
Beautiful and alluring, just perfect.
I lean in close to her. My lips finding hers in a gentle kiss. She’s soft, molding to my mouth as I seek entrance with my tongue. She tastes of candy apples, reminding me of a flavor I’ve long since forgotten—the taste of innocence.
My body moves against hers. My hands hold her tightly, my fingers digging into smooth, silky flesh. Her heat around me, sucking me into the depths of her body, has me gritting my teeth to keep from coming too soon.
“Please,” she mumbles, a moan vibrating deep in her throat when I slide out and slam back in. I’m harsh, using her for my pleasure. When I pull out and drive back in, I’m lost in the way her walls tighten around me.
Lifting my hand, I bring it down on her ass harshly, causing a whimper and moan to tumble freely from her plump lips. Another swat causes her to tense and tighten, and soon enough, she’s pulsing around me, her body milking mine, and I lose myself in the pleasure as I empty inside her.
When I finally pull away from her, already hungry for another taste, I find myself stepping back, watching her reaction. She’s beautiful when her face is flushed with pleasure and her eyes are wide with need.
I pull her into my arms as I settle onto the mattress. Our bodies still bare, but I can’t stop myself from gifting her a small part of me. After care is important, and I want to sit here all night and hold her, calm her down, but my little stranger pulls away slowly.
Her eyes are wide as she regards me. “I have to go.” Her words are like ice to my veins, splashing me in the cold reality that this was actually an anonymous scene.
“Is there someone waiting for you?” I question, releasing her as she moves to get dressed. I watch, not going to her, allowing her the space she so clearly needs.
When she finally looks up at me again, the guilt in her gaze has my concerns skyrocketing. I realize she could be married or have a boyfriend. I don’t know anything about her, and I never asked. It was selfish of me to think she is available.
“Something like that,” she tells me. For a moment, I wonder what her name is, where she’s from. All these things tangle in my mind, and I’m tempted to keep her here, lock her up in my room for the night.
Jealousy roars through me at the thought of a man waiting at home for her. I question, “A partner? Husband? Boyfriend?” I rise, tugging up my boxer briefs along with my slacks before zipping up. When I shrug on my shirt, her gaze is trailing over me.
A small smile on her lips tells me I’m being silly. Behaving like a jealous teenager, wanting the most popular girl in school to be mine.
“No, not at all like that.” Her admission calms me somewhat, so I offer a nod. “But tomorrow. I’ll see you then?” The sweet, hopeful expression on her face sets my mood at ease.
