I spear her with my finger again, and she grinds against me like she did before. I let her chase her orgasm until her walls flutter, signaling that she’s close. Then I pull back and smack her ass again.
“Fuck,” she whines.
“Who else?”
“Um, a dozen or so one-night stands since I’ve moved to Boston. Maybe more.” She lifts her ass like she’s waiting for the rapid series of smacks she’s absolutely going to receive.
“How many of them made you come?” I demand.
“Um, three,” she pants. “No, wait. Kacie definitely did, so five, I think.”
“Kacie?”
“She’s in my pole dancing class. We fucked around a few times.”
Jealousy rears its ugly head. “Currently?” I don’t like the idea of her with anyone else. I don’t give a fuck whether it’s a man or a woman.
She shakes her head. “No.”
“And whose pussy is this?” I spear her again, not bothering to be gentle.
“Yours,” she says like the desperate slut I want her to be.
“Count for me.” I smack her once, then again and again. One for every person who’s been lucky enough to have her.
When she gets to twelve, she’s a crying mess, humping my leg and in need of the orgasm she’s more than earned. I drag her along the couch, face down, and maneuver her so that I’m between her legs. Then I swipe my tongue against her sore flesh, kissing away the sting. She’s squirming again when I lick her from front to back and panting out curses when I lift her hips and dive back in, eating her from behind.
She wiggles that perfect ass in my face, chasing her orgasm, and when I finally give her two fingers, curling them and pressing down in just the right place, she screams into the couch cushion and soaks my face.
I lick up every drop of her, relishing her taste, her scent, herwarmth. Then I tug down my pants, drop to the couch, and pull her onto my aching cock.
She’s wrung out already, her body limp, her head on my shoulder with one arm draped lazily up and around my neck.
Groaning, I slip a hand beneath her shirt and pluck at her nipples beneath her bra while I fuck up into her. She feels like heaven, her tight heat squeezing me in response to every thrust. Her little moans spur me on, and when she digs her nails into my thighs, bracing herself on top of me, my vision tunnels and I barrel toward an explosive release.
“See, baby girl?” I say, gritting my teeth to stave off my orgasm. “We were meant for one another. Tell Daddy how much you love his cock.”
“I love your cock,” she whimpers, head whipping from one side to the other, body thrashing.
“Tell me you’re sorry for saying yes to Theo tonight.”
“So sorry.”
“Yeah, you are.” I thrust up into her with force, the base of my spine tingling, my vision darkening. “You’re glad that I interrupted you, aren’t you?”
She cuffs my neck again and arches into me, riding me backward. “Yes.”
“And why is that, baby girl? Why do you need Daddy?”
“Because you can fuck me better!”
With those dirty promises flying from her lips, the two of us fall apart, coming in waves, over and over again.
EIGHTEEN
SAVANNAH
“Why didn’t you call?”I can’t hold the words back any longer.
