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I tightened my hold on her ponytail. “I love it when you beg like a good girl.”
She did as she’d been told and kept hold of the chair in front of her.
I watched as my cock disappeared inside her tight pink hole with each penetration, each of my thrusts making her moan, both from ecstasy and from the pain of my body slamming into her stinging ass cheeks.
Her legs were soon quivering and her sounds became more high-pitched as she approached her climax.
And as I felt her clench and spasm as she came around my cock, I didn’t stop my pounding and quickly brought her to a second orgasm, making her scream out.
I finally gave into my own need and allowed myself to let go and come in her pussy, my cock pumping my seed deep inside her.
Dripping with sweat, I pressed my chest against her back and kissed her neck.
Once her breathing had slowed, she reached for her discarded panties and tried to clean herself with them.
I snatched away the fabric and shoved them into the pocket of my shorts along with the scraps left of her bra.
"I need to clean myself," she protested. My thick seed was trickling out of her pussy and down the insides of her thighs.
"No," I growled. "You're going to wear my cum for the rest of the day."
She opened her mouth to argue but then thought better of it. Instead, she started to get to her feet.
“Stay there,” I ordered. Bending her over my lap again, I firmly held her body down.
I pulled out a small tube of lotion I’d put in my pocket when I'd changed into my shorts and t-shirt. I’d known I would win the match—I regularly played tennis with my personal trainer—and I’d planned to punish her like this all along.
Squeezing lotion onto the palm of my hand, I gently soothed it onto her ass and pussy lips, making her flinch.
Her face was pink with embarrassment, but I wasn’t going to let her go until I’d taken care of her.
“This will help with the sting caused by the strap. I’ll get you some painkillers when we go inside.”
I stood up and set her on her feet.
Picking up her tennis dress which lay on the ground, I put it over her head. “Arms up.”
She lifted her arms tiredly. After I helped guide her arms through, I pulled the dress down over her body and noticed her wince as the fabric skimmed over her red ass.
Then picking her up in my arms. I carried her back to the house.
“You won’t be able to return the dress now that you’ve worn it. So, you can keep it for when we play tennis again.”
She raised her head in surprise. “You’ll let me play tennis?”
“Yes, but only with me.”
She smiled.
“And you’re never to wear panties with your tennis dress again. Understood?”
“Yes, I understand,” she said earnestly, snuggling into my chest. “And thank you.”
That evening, my mind kept wandering back to what had happened on the tennis court. Each time I thought about it, I smiled to myself. And it wasn’t just the physical side that made me happy, although that had been great; it was also how much closer emotionally I was starting to feel toward Anni.
After Rita, I’d always been adamant that I wouldn’t let myself get close to another woman or let someone into my heart. Although I’d agreed to the marriage to Anni, it had been for the sake of the alliance and to give my kids a mother-figure in their lives.
I had never imagined that my second marriage would turn out like this—a relationship where I actually wanted to spend time with a woman on a deeper level and where I wanted to get to know her more. So many things about Anni fascinated me: her intelligence, her caring nature, her beauty.
