Page 12 of Sip Of Pleasure


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“Fuck. I love the little sounds you make before you come,” he said, and that was all it took to push me closer to the precipice and right over the edge.

I breathed out, a strangled sigh escaping me as I squirmed. I closed my eyes, not wanting to see him watching me as my eyes rolled back in my head, but soon enough, the light, teasing slaps were too much for me and I was shattering again over his knee in an entirely more shameful way.

I couldn’t hide as my hips rolled and my legs convulsed. I couldn’t stop the scream from breaking free from my lips. My clit throbbed so hard that I worried he might be able to feel it beneath his fingers. I curled my hands closed around his arm as I rode out my orgasm, losing complete control of my body right before his eyes. Without mercy, my pleasure cut through me, sharper than a knife, but I enjoyed every moment all the same.

It was shameful, but it was so unbearably hot.

When I finally came down, my breath was slipping free of my lips in tiny little gasps.

“That’s not enough for you, is it, little girl? You need more,” he observed, rubbing his fingers up and down my soaked slit. More than a little overly sensitive, I bucked beneath his touch, but I didn’t beg him to stop.

In fact, there was a big part of me that agreed with him.

I did want more.

A lot more…

“Please fuck me, sir,” I begged.

“I’ll fuck you, but you’re going to have to call me something else,” he replied, dragging his touch lightly up against my clit, and another stuttering moan escaped me.

“What’s that?” I breathed, my needy bundle of nerves pulsing for more pleasure at his hands.

“What do you call the man who tucks you in at night?”

“I’m not sure,” I answered cautiously. Something did come to mind, but it was far too shameful for me to say out loud.

“What do you call the man who spanked that pretty bottom and that needy little pussy bright pink?”

“I don’t,” I tried, but a sharp slap in between my thighs caught me by surprise. I cried out and squeezed my legs shut as much as I was able, but it stung far more than the rest had.

“You do know, little girl…”

“Daddy…”

“That’s right,” he answered, and then I’d realized I’d spoken out loud. My embarrassment choked through me, and I pressed my lips shut, my face flaming with heat. When I went to cover it, he lightly grasped my wrists and pulled them away.

“Now be a good girl and beg daddy for a fucking with his cock.”

CHAPTER4

KELSEY

My eyes opened with shock and my cheeks blazed even hotter. I couldn’t possibly do that. It was too wicked, too wrong, too taboo, and entirely too enticing not to.

“Please fuck me with your big cock, daddy,” I breathed, and I waited, my heart beating in my ears so loudly that I feared I might not hear him answer.

“Stand up, little girl,” he directed, and he used his arms to lift me from his lap and settle me on my feet.

Keeping his eyes in line with mine, he reached down and unbuckled his belt. The sound of the swishing leather made me jump, but then he was unbuttoning his dark slacks and freeing his cock.

Fuck.

It was even bigger than I’d imagined it would be. It curved a little to the right, but it was at least ten inches long and impossibly thick. It was the kind of cock made for fucking, and I was about to get all of it inside of me.

My mouth watered and my legs trembled. My bottom half felt impossibly bare, and when I stepped from one foot to the other, I could feel my arousal rolling down my thighs.

“Come here and climb on top. You’re going to ride daddy’s cock,” he directed, and my chest quivered with heat. My heart quickened and my pussy throbbed. Pleasure was the only thing on my mind, and I went for it. I slowly climbed up and straddled his lap, hovering over his cock.

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