“How soft your skin is,” I dragged my fingers down her sides. “How perfect your breasts are. Everything about you drives me insane.”
She writhed beneath me, breath ragged, wanting more, and I wasn’t even close to being done with her.
“Stop teasing me,” she groaned, looking for any friction.
“Baby girl, I just got started with you.”
“I… like a little pain.”
“Just a little?” I asked.
“Don’t be gentle with me. I’m not, like… fully masochist level. But I do want pain.”
“Good to know,” I flipped her over and shoved her ass in the air, bringing my hand down and hitting her ass. Over and over again. Her moans grew louder, her fingers gripping the sheet.
Unbuttoning her pants, I brought them down to her ankles and ripped them off. Her ass cheeks bloomed bright red, and when I felt like she couldn’t take anymore, I switched sides, going again and again.
“Color?”
“Green, Daddy,” she sobbed.
“You’re so good at taking pain, Little Fighter.” I rewarded her with a soft touch on her hip, pulling her closer to my front. I rubbed my jean-clad cock on her ass, needing more of her. More of this. Without warning, I pinched her clit, and she buckled, her knees giving out as I flipped her back around.
“Every time you’re about to cum, tell me.”
She nodded her head, looking back at me as she arched her back. Grabbing her wrists, I placed them behind her back and leaned down on her, using her hair to pull her face to mine. Sucking her lip into my mouth, I bit down until I heard her moan. “Not yet.” I shoved my fingers into her mouth. She sucked and swirled her tongue around my fingers, soaking them. When I felt it was enough, I removed them and slowly rubbed her clit, not enough to get her off, but enough to give her something. Her hips started to move with me, seeking for more. I upped my speed, tight small circles. When her moans became louder, I pulled back completely.
Emma shot her eyes open, almost whining as she asked why the hell I did that.
“Denial, sweet girl. That’s why. Little bit of edge play for my brat.”
I knew she was about to argue that, so the second she opened her mouth, I shoved two fingers inside her. She was wet enough that I knew it wouldn’t hurt, but she screamed out as she lifted her hips.
“Fuck!”
“Language, baby girl.” I scolded.
“Oh?” She moaned.
“Do you want a spanking?”
“Yes,” she answered through a sob as I fucked her harder with my fingers.
“Only good girls get that.”
“Please, Daddy?” she whined.
“Tell me, what do you want?”
“You. Everything. I want it all.”
Everything inside of me shattered at that. Pausing, I locked my eyes with hers, her focus solely on me. She looked… so serious. She wanted this. She wantedme.
“You just destroyed me with three little lines.” I swallowed, trying to push down the feeling that I haven’t felt since Clair.
“Connor,” she whispered.
“I know, Little Fighter. I feel it, too.”
