“Come here. Hold me.”
“Not yet. I owe you a punishment.”
“You do?”
“Yeah. You spoke with too much happiness about a guy other than me, remember?”
She sucks in a breath. “It was after Rush dropped me off. We were at the pool. I told you about his parents, their tree, and all the Christmas decorations. But when we were in bed, I ruined the mood. You said the most wonderful, unforgettable words to me, and I didn’t want punishment. I wanted to be held in your arms.”
“What’d I say, beautiful?” I say near her ear with my arms bracketed near her head.
“You said there’s been no girl before me, and there sure as fuck better not be a guy before or after you.”
“Great memory.” I kiss her forehead. “What would you like? Punishment or comfort?” I reward her memory with choices.
“Punish me.” Her voice isn’t timid. It’s full of confidence, and I am hard.
I roll off her and into a sitting position. “Put your body across my lap with your pussy over my crotch.”
She does as I ask.
“Spread your legs, baby.”
Sorrow spreads her legs.
I smack her high and tight ass cheeks.
“Trace!”
I rub out the growing redness on her pale flesh. Another smack. She glances over her shoulder. There’s indecision on her face. She can’t decide whether to be mad and tell me to fuck off, or take her punishment like a good girl. I go over why we’re in this position with her ass up and her pussy weeping over my erection.
“This is your punishment, Sorrow. Never speak about another guy with happiness in your voice.” Smack! “Understood?” Smack! Her mouth falls open. Her eyes widen. Sorrow lowers her face into the covers.
“Yes.” Her word is muffled.
“Again, Sorrow.” Smack!
She moves her head to the side. “Yes. I understand,” she whimpers.
Her little noises turn me on the fuck more.
“That’s a good girl.” I smooth my hand over her reddened ass cheeks. “Move on my dick, little bird.”
She nestles the head of my dick between the folds of her soaked pussy and rides me as if her life depends on it. “That’s it.” I fist her hair in my hand. “Ride it harder, faster.”
She ups her pace. I slide three fingers inside her tight cunt from behind. Her back arches. A low moan slips from her. I grit my teeth. My groin tightens. I’m going to shoot my load again.
“I’m close. Trace, I’m close. Help me come. Please, Trace.”
She’s begging. I like it when my girl begs. Grabbing her under her arms, I seat her on my dick. Sorrow holds on to my shoulders and rocks her hips over my erection. My body heats. Her mouth parts. I slide a finger in her mouth. Eyes glazed over with desire, she sucks on my thick digit.
“Suck on it like you want to suck on my cock. Wrap that small mouth around my thick finger. Taste my skin with your tongue.”
She does everything I demanded, and goes harder and faster on my cock, slicking me from head to base with her arousal. Done with her sucking on my finger, I slide it out from inside her mouth and grab her throat.
“I’m coming, Trace,” she rasps. “I’m coming.”
I crash my mouth over hers, taste her moan with my tongue tangled with hers, and eat up her sigh of contentment as her body trembles with her come. I come with a loud “Fuuucck.” Needing to see her come apart for me again, this urge to satisfy her over and over, a feeling I’ve never had before, I get Sorrow on her back, go low, and feast on her wet pussy until she comes on my face.
