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He groaned.
I started sucking him off, slowly, the way he liked it, while at the same time tearing off my clothes. It wasn’t easy. Probably wasn’t the best blowjob ever, as I shuffled around. Especially when I wrestled off my jeans while still on my knees and still sucking. Anyway, I was naked pretty damn fast, and his cock was still in my mouth.
Mission accomplished.
I absolutely craved being naked with him while he was fully dressed. Made me feel soft and open to him while he was restrained and powerful. Also made me feel like I was his sexy plaything. And at this point, there was not one thing I was enjoying more in life than being the object of Shane Madrigal’s sexual affections.
Hmm. Maybe I should’ve been a little more concerned about that?
Whatever. Right now, I had his hard cock in my mouth and he was making delicious pleasure sounds above me. I wrapped my hands around his shaft and focused my attention on suckling the head of his cock. I peered up at him.
He was watching me under hooded eyes. “You’re being very disobedient right now,” he said gruffly.
I knew I was. But he still wasn’t stopping me. I figured at this point he was either mentally tallying up each naughty deed for later payback or maybe he was just enjoying this too much to stop it. What guy turned down a blowjob?
I squirmed with anticipation. I really wanted my spanking, but first I wanted something else.
I slipped his cock out of my mouth as I gazed up at him. “I’m aching.”
His eyes darkened as he watched me.
I held his gaze as I lapped my tongue around his crown. I knew by now that he got off on the eye contact. “I need this. Inside me.” Then I decided to try a little more dirty talk that I thought he might like. It came out in a hungry half whisper. “Please… Can I sit on it, Daddy?”
He knew I was being pretend-submissive right now, more than anything, and for sure it was annoying him, but I did still have my tongue on his cock, so…
He made one of those agitated, turned on growling sounds that made my insides quiver. He shrugged off his leather jacket and strode over to the couch, hauling me with him. He shoved his jeans down past his knees, sat back on the couch with his thighs spread and his glorious cock up. He pressed at the base, tipping it straight up. “Sit down,” he ordered.
I straddled him on my knees and drove down on him. He groaned but didn’t move to help me or meet my thrusts. He just lounged back, gazing up at me as I started riding him, pushing down a little farther with each thrust until I’d taken all of him.
“Yeah, sweetheart,” he groaned as I bounced up and down. “Show me what you want…”
I was making hungry, helpless, greedy sounds as I glutted myself on the pleasure. He watched, hungrily, but still didn’t move except to put his hands on me. He skimmed them over my curves, stroking my neck and squeezing my breasts. He smoothed his hands up and down my back as I fucked him desperately, each thrust just making me hungrier for the next, and the next and the next…
He lay his hands on my ass and squeezed as I bobbed up and down. “So hungry,” he muttered, as his eyes ravaged the view.
Then he spanked me. One firm slap on my ass cheek.
I gasped. And kept fucking him as he spanked me again. And again. Every time he spanked me it sent little shockwaves through my core, cranking up the sensitivity inside.
“You better come hard on that dick, little girl,” he practically purred.
I met his wolfish eyes. His words crept through me, a hot/cold fire, because I suddenly couldn’t tell if he was pleased or not.
I slowed my pace, taking a breath, and he squeezed my ass again, harder this time. It felt like a warning.
My clit was humming. My whole core was throbbing. I was gonna come way too fast. And now my wires were crossed.
Did he want me to come, or not? I didn’t want to earn myself anyextrahours in handcuffs, dangling on the brink as he teased me.
“Am I in trouble?” I asked tentatively. I licked my lip, liking the thought of that. But I also didn’t want him to stop this or take his dick away. He felt utterly perfect inside me right now.
I needed to come on him, so bad.
He didn’t answer me. He just watched me with those pale, hungry eyes and my pussy squeezed around him involuntarily, desperate to finish this. I couldn’t hold back. I started bouncing up and down on him again, while he lounged there like the boss of me.
Which we both knew he was.
“That’s my good girl.” His low voice was soothing now, coaxing.
