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He sheaths his shining cock in seconds, and then strokes it as he looks at me. “Ass in the air, Little Miss. I’m going to spank your greedy little cunt before I fuck it hard.”
I do as I’m told, and quickly. There’s no denying that I want it. He had me so close to coming after only a few strokes, that I can’t wait for him to finish the job.
Now that I’ve felt his size and warmth inside me, I’m nervous to have him behind me, but the quiver in my thighs has nothing to do with nerves. It’s from pure need.
His spanks make me feel things beneath the superficial sting that I can’t even describe, but I crave more of it. More of his touch, his firm words, his authority. Some fucking boundaries nobody else cares enough to give me.
I was so carried away with feeling good, I totally would have fucked him bare, but he’s stepped into the role ofresponsibleadult, and it’s like he actually cares what choices I make. I don’t have to look after anyone or be the reliable person here.
Comfortable under his mindful supervision, I lift my ass higher, welcoming his approach.
If he’s in charge, I don’t have to think. Only feel. And I believe his promise to make me feel good.
He rids himself of his jeans completely and climbs onto the bed behind me. I rock back and forth, needy and greedy for cock, like he accused, but he makes me wait for his touch. Part of me is hoping he’ll shove his cock into me when I least expect it, and the rest just wants him inside as soon as possible.
“Gunnar?” It feels weird to call him by his name when he never uses mine.
He grips my ass cheeks with his huge hands and spreads them until I feel so open I could tear. The flat of his tongue parts my pussy lips and then the tip flicks at my asshole. I thrust my face into his pillows and squeal-moan from both surprise and pleasure.
The needy squawk gives away my appreciation, and I involuntarily grip the bedding in my fists, tilting my hips to give him even better access. He grunts softly and presses the flat of his thumb to my ass, teasing me by alternating between a sensation of pressure and fast little rubbing motions. Why the fuck do I like it so much? It should feel dirty and wrong. I start to pull away, but Gunnar grips me tightly and holds me in place.
“Takethe fucking pleasure I give you. Don’t run from it. I love watching you get wet from a little ass play, sugar.”
He keeps me in place, until I stay on my own, accepting all the attention and feeling grateful for it.
“That’s my good girl,” he coos. “Relax and open right up. Let’s get you good and ready for me. I like that.”
I want to call out his name and beg for his cock to fill the throbbing ache in my core, but it doesn’t taste right on my tongue when I try to say it. It comes out more like a grumpy little whine.
Gunnar spanks my butt, right over my asshole, where he’s been making me all sensitive and wanton. “Don’t fret. Just tell me what’s on your mind, baby girl.”
“I want a play name, to call you,” I whisper as he rubs his flat hand in a small circular motion over the heat of his spanking. My asshole is practically vibrating from it, adding a new sensation to the heady mix he’s been giving me.
“Daddy,” he says in a strained whisper. “Call meDaddy, and beg for my cock, Little Miss.”
I try to do as I’m told, but he’s dragging his fingertips up the back of my thigh like claws, and it’s new and different, and when he pinches my clit, I shake my head, because I need something else. “Spank me, Daddy. Spank my wet pussy.”
The sting hits me, and the impact sends me forward into the pillows with a moan.
Gunnar’s beard grazes my upper thighs, and he laps at my pussy like a hungry beast, muttering filthy praise about how pretty and pink I look. He rears back and spanks me again, sending a blast of sensation through my clit this time.
I cry out and grip the pillows. “Again, Daddy.”
He rumbles in a scolding tone and rubs at my clit, lightly, evasively, until I beg. “Please.”
The slap sets my pussy thrumming, and Gunnar doesn’t let up. He spanks me again — a juicy-sounding smack that leaves my thighs spattered in arousal.
“Can you hear how fucking wet you’re getting for Daddy? Getting this tight young cunt ready for a big fucking man. Aren’t you, baby girl? Ready, like a good little whore.”
My clit takes another sharp slap, and my core clamps hard around nothing. Gunnar grunts, grips my hips roughly, and shoves himself inside me, growling as he forces the bulbous head of his thick cock through my clenched pussy. He forges deep, and moans as I pant and squirm to adjust to the stretch.
“Such a good, tight girl.” He thrusts into me again and again, forcing his way in, and then sliding back out with more ease. “Little miss… fucking perfect,” he mumbles. He sinks deep and strums my needy clit with one hand, as he holds himself seated to the hilt.
He runs his other hand up and down my back, slaps my ass, and then slides his hand to my underside, to cup the softness of my lower belly. “If things were different, I’d sow fucking oats in here any day of the fucking week, just to watch them grow.”
My core flutters, and he hums softly, as his cock jerks inside me. He grinds my clit into his fingers and reaches up to squeeze my jostling breasts and tweak a nipple hard enough to make me hiss.
“You’re going to be a breeder one day. Aren’t you, baby girl?” he rumbles, sliding his fat cock back and forth slowly. “Going to make some daddy a happy man. Round belly. Baby on your tit.”
