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“This needy little pussy needs to be taken care of too, doesn’t it?” he said darkly.
“Yes! Please!” I begged and I lifted my hips, hoping those knowing fingers would bring me to orgasm now.
“Stand up,” he demanded, and I cried out in despair. The sharp sting still burning across my backside was enough to keep me from disobeying, but when I pushed myself to my feet, I had to stop myself from reaching between my thighs and using my own fingers to come right then.
He reached to the side and opened the drawer, pulling out another condom.
“I’m on birth control,” I breathed softly.
His ravenous gaze caught mine. He tossed the package back into the drawer.
“You will climb up onto my lap, naughty girl, not like before though. This time, you’ll be sitting on my cock,” he instructed.
My mouth fell open and I blushed hard. “But…” I began.
“You can climb up on my cock, naughty girl, or I’ll go get my belt and mark that sore bottom until you beg for me to give you a second chance,” he warned, and the air whooshed out of my lungs in a rush.
“I’ll climb up on your cock,” I vowed blushingly. My bottom was already so sore, and my clit was throbbing so hard it was making me see stars. I rubbed my thighs against one another, and a vicious surge of need twisted my core.
“Good girl,” he praised.
I took his hand when he offered it and put my knees to either side of his waist. His cock was incredibly hard again, and my inner walls fluttered with greed. Even though we’d fucked only a short while ago, I still glanced down at it with nervousness. Was it possible that it was even bigger than before?
One of his hands steadied me as I balanced myself over it. The head of his cock brushed against my opening, and I chewed my lip nervously as I hovered above him. When I finally began to lower myself down, I gasped as the thick shaft speared me in two.
I gasped, the aching soreness from earlier immediately returning, but I ignored it. I had to either deal with this or the burning sting of his belt and right now, I desperately wanted him inside me.
Every inch of him was painful, but I took it all anyway. He didn’t offer any assistance, making it clear that I was to take him all inside me all on my own. This was a measure of obedience, a test for me to show him that I could be his good girl and earn a reward after such a hard punishment.
When my sore cheeks brushed against his thighs, I gasped with victory. My pussy clenched around him, sore and aching and incredibly needy. His gaze was dark and possessive as my pussy swallowed his cock. I could feel him egging me on and I wanted to impress him.
It felt like he was so much deeper when I took him like this.
“Now, naughty girl. Tell me why I spanked you so hard,” he coaxed. My pussy clenched down reflexively, and he smiled knowingly.
“I was spanked because I lied to you.” I looked away, thoroughly needy and embarrassed.
“What else?” he chided.
“Because I didn’t let you protect me,” I continued timidly.
“Why else?” he pushed gently.
“Because I’m yours,” I answered, and he nodded.
“That’s right, sweet girl. You’re mine,” he whispered. He leaned forward, capturing my lips in a gentle kiss. “Your tight little pussy squeezed my cock very hard when you mentioned your spanking,” he added, and my cheeks flared even hotter.
I couldn’t hide my reactions, not when my pussy was impaled on his cock like this.
“Would you like to come again?” he asked.
“Yes, sir.” I bit my lip anxiously. My core squeezed tighter. His hands dropped to my waist, settling on my lower back.
“If you’d like to come again, naughty girl, you’ll have to ride me,” he directed, and I blushed harder. I opened and closed my lips several times as I tried to swallow past the lump in my throat. I’d never done anything like this before.
The two boys I’d been with had done nothing more than simple missionary. This felt so much naughtier, and I didn’t quite know what to do. I sat still for several moments before I tentatively rolled my hips. I gasped softly, the sensation entirely different than I’d ever experienced before.
His cock curved so that it ground against a single spot deep inside me and when I repeated the motion, I nearly cried out at the stark difference in intensity. My movements remained slow and hesitant, however.
