Her pussy is glistening, her thighs slick with arousal, driving me out of my fucking mind.
"Maybe you can fuck me in the shower," she suggests, her voice low, teasing. "Maybe you’d feel better about that."
“No.”
Her lips part in protest, and she lets out a whine. “Why do I have tobeg?”
I’ve had enough.
I flip her over my lap, press my palm to her lower back, and cup her ass.
She gasps.
Butof course, she only squirms and spreads her legs wider, offering herself to me.
I groan, sliding my fingers through her wet heat, teasing her and circling her aching clit.
"I do owe you a spanking, don’t I?" I murmur.
A wicked little smirk. A slow, deliberate nod. "I think you do…Daddy."
Oh, I like the brat.
I like the brata lot.
I spank her, my palm curving as it slaps across her ass perfectly.
Jesus, that feels good.
"Say it again."
"Say what,Daddy?" Her voice is all tease, all temptation. "Is that what you want? Is that why you fed me in bed and took care of me?"
I spank her again, harder this time, my handprint marking her perfect ass. "You kinky little witch."
She moans and writhes, grinding against my fingers.
"Fuck me, Daddy. Please."
"I told you. Not yet." I rub slow, teasing circles over her clit. "That doesn't mean you can't come, baby. Here. Open up for Daddy."
Jesusfuck,I can’t believe I just said that. I can’t believe how fucking hard it made me.
I stroke her, sliding my fingers deep inside her, and she moans, her hips rocking desperately against my hand.
Fuck a week, might as well be an eternity.
I squeeze her nipples, circling her clit as she takes all of it, her body trembling beneath me.
"I'm so turned on," she gasps. "I can't let go. I can't… I’m all tense."
I spank her again.
"Are you trying to rush me?" My voice drops, turning lethal. "Who said we're on a timeframe?"
I lean down, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the red handprint on her ass. She shivers.
I love that reaction.
