I kissed him like I loved him because I already did.
His tongue dove between my lips, dancing with mine and causing a burning fire to race straight down to my clit. Several of his thick fingers drifted up my thigh, making me jump at the same time that I shivered with hope that he might touch between my legs where I needed him the most.
He didn’t and that made my arousal burn that much hotter.
When he finally pulled away, I was left breathless and dizzy from the heady sensation of being really kissed for the first time in my life.
“Stand up for me, little girl. You will keep your dress up by your waist,” he directed. Almost in a haze, I stood for him and he clicked his tongue.
“You’ve left quite the wet spot on the chair, didn’t you, little girl?” he asked. My face burned and I fumbled to respond. My tongue felt dry as cotton and I fidgeted, trying to hide just how embarrassed his words had made me. My eyes were glued to the seat of the chair, where there was an unmistakable stain that my bare little pussy had left behind.
“That was very naughty of you, wasn’t it?” he asked.
“Yes, Daddy,” I managed to whisper. My legs trembled as I held my dress high around my waist.
“Let me tell you what’s going to happen, naughty girl. Daddy is going to take you back to the limo for a firm spanking over his knee. Then you’re going to properly thank him for dinner by riding Daddy’s cock as hard as you can. Do you understand me, little girl?” he murmured. His words were mesmerizing and as I stepped back and forth from one foot to another, I found myself growing impossibly wetter.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered with an increasing sense of shameful arousal.
“Drop your dress,” he instructed. I instinctively let the soft fabric fall back into place as he settled a firm hand on my lower back. I breathed a sigh of relief at the fact that I was covered, but as he guided me out of the room and back to the waiting limo, I started to grow even more nervous. With every step, I couldn’t stop thinking about how he was going to take me over his knee, bare my bottom, and spank me for the second time today before he allowed me to ride his cock. All in the back of his limo.
This time, he climbed in the car first. He didn’t let me sit beside him though. He took my hand and guided me firmly over his knee and once the door closed behind me, he lifted my dress and exposed my bare backside not even a fraction of a second later. The windows were tinted in the back, but I still quivered with a burst of shame at being taken to the car for a firm spanking over Daddy’s knee.
His palm peppered my backside several times and I gasped with surprise. When he’d scolded me inside the restaurant, I had thought he just might spank me enough to make me even wetter, but there was a frightful sting to each smack. I squirmed over his knee and inadvertently, I ground my hips against his thigh.
“Are you trying to leave a wet spot on my pants too, naughty girl?”
I keened, hiding my face in my hands at his shameful observation. I couldn’t form the words to answer and he punished the backs of my thighs hard after that.
“I’m going to have to spank this bare little bottom bright red, aren’t I, little girl?” he asked again, his smacks against my ass becoming more forceful the longer I waited to say the words he wanted me to say.
“Yes, Daddy,” I cried out.
His hand painted a firm message across my backside, reigniting the soreness from earlier that day and branding a hard reminder that he could spank me whenever and however he liked. I writhed over his lap, trying to grapple with the increasing wetness between my thighs and the burning sting of his palm.
“Daddy, please!” I begged.
He spanked me impossibly harder, taking care to thoroughly punish the lower curve of my bottom and the very tops of my thighs.
“Are you ready to thank Daddy for your dinner and for taking the time to spank your naughty bottom properly, little girl?” he murmured, and I shivered.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, unable to stop my pussy from clenching down tight. My thighs were slick with my arousal and I had no doubt that my hard nipples were poking through the thin fabric of my dress.
“Sit next to Daddy for a moment, little girl,” he directed.
I pushed myself back. I sucked in a breath as my sore bottom pressed against the leather of the seat. He unbuttoned his slacks and my mouth watered as he dragged the zipper down to reveal a pair of dark gray underwear. He pushed them down to his knees and I was left with a rather intoxicating view of his cock. I squirmed anxiously, feeling wet and needy despite the fact that I’d come so many times already for him today.
“I want to feel that tight little pussy. Climb onto my lap and lower yourself onto me, little girl,” he demanded, and my entire body tensed with desire. I wanted this and so did he. I climbed over him and just when I was about to begin taking all of him, he captured my chin in his fingers.
“You will keep your eyes on me as you take every last inch of my cock, little girl,” he instructed sternly at the exact same moment that the thick head of his cock breached my entrance.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whined, unable to stop the way my pussy tightened around him and his eyes narrowed just a hair. Couldhe feel that? Did he enjoy the way my body reacted to him with such insatiable need?
My face heated as I lowered my body onto him. I whimpered as his thick girth stretched my pussy. The burning pain as he stretched me was intense, but the pleasure at finally taking him inside me was stronger. My wetness made his entry easier, but his large size was still difficult to take. When his cock was finally fully inside me, I moaned as my inner walls convulsed hard all around him. He pressed his thumb firmly against my clit and my pussy clenched anxiously.
“You’re mine, little girl. You know that now, don’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I shivered. Cautiously, I pressed my fingers against his shoulders.
