Oh, yes. I was asking to be fucked.
Sean pouted, leaning back on his knees. “I wasn’t planning to punish you, but it seems like my dirtyfuckingbrat wants me to be rough with her,hm?”
I gasped when his hand wrapped around my throat. He squeezed lightly and said, “I’ve been too lenient with you, haven’t I, Princess?”
My eyes watered and he pulled his hand back to wrap it around the lace of my panties. I gasped when he tore off the fabric, cold air hitting my wet sex.
“I was going to be nice and sweet and make you cum seven times for seven million dollars,” he started, his eyes hard with a playful glint. “But you had to run your mouth and brat a little too close to the sun because you want to get fucked,hm?”
I didn’t reply. His bulge under the boxers was distracting me and his deep voice scolding me made fire light under my skin.
“Don’t worry, Princess,” Sean said, propping the pillow underneath my hips, making me more available and exposed to him. He settled between my legs, eyes crude. “I promised to take care of you, and as a good Daddy, it’s my responsibility to take care of naughty brats who want to be fucked like a slut.”
My eyes widened. It was true. I had lost patience and wanted him to fuck me, but I wasn’t prepared for whatever he had in-store for me.
“I…” I licked my lips and said, “I was just joking, Daddy.”
Sean cocked his head. “Oh, so it’s Daddy now and not an old man,hm?”
“It was a joke,” I said, trying to wiggle my butt and move back. Trying to get away from him.
“Don’t worry, Princess.” Sean smiled, wrapping his hands around my ankles and pulling me back to him. “Daddy is also joking about making you cum fourteen times.”
I froze.Fourteen times?
By the look on his face, I knew he wasn’t joking.
Maybe Ihadbratted a little too close to the sun.
“P-please,no,” I stuttered, thinking of ways to get out of there. The most I had orgasmed in a day was two times. Fourteen times and my clit would fall off.
“Nuh-uh, you’re not running away,” he tsked, keeping me pinned on the bed. “Be a good girl and let Daddy have his fill.”
32
ONLY THIRTEEN MORE TO GO
SEAN
Ihummed, licking her pretty pussy. She tasted sweet. I could see myself getting addicted to her.
Her small moans made my cock throb, my fingers keeping her slicked lips nice and spread for better access. I loved how she had bratted because she wanted to get fucked.
Maybe I was being too gentle with her and she needed it.
Needed my mouth on her puffy clit until she begged me to stop.
“I can’t hear your moans, Princess,” I said, rubbing her soaked sex, which clenched with my light touch. She was sofuckingresponsive. It was addictive. “If I don’t hear you, I’ll have to repeat?—”
“Please!” she begged, her back arching and bound wrist resting on her chest.
Smirking, I dove in. I gently licked her sensitive clit until she creamed. I slid two fingers inside her tight walls. I groaned, feeling her clench, and rubbed the spongy sensitive spot inside her.
She was close. I had been teasing her for a while, so the slightest touch made her shudder with pleasure. I rubbed a soothing palm over her trembling thighs before sucking her clit. She bucked underneath me, her moans turning into short little gasps.
Her fingers curled over my thick hair, tugging me to keep the same pace, her hips shaking.
And two seconds later, I felt it. Her walls spasmed around my fingers. Her sweet nectar hitting my mouth. Her head rolled back, plum lips parting. I kept a firm hand on her stomach when she orgasmed, her moans filling up the air. I hummed in pleasure, relishing in her taste and taking my time to lick her clean.
