“Oh…” I sighed and arched into him, wanting more of the heat and wetness of his tongue.
He gave it, sucking and nipping, drawing it to a stiff point.
I’d just been spanked, hard, punished by a big brute of a man, so why was I so turned on?
I couldn’t explain it but I was. Hell, it was as if neat lust had been poured into my veins; a drug that had me in its grip.
My pussy was damp and quivering, my clit pulsing. I ground onto his jean-clad lap, wanting stimulation.
Fuck! He was solid as a rock, too. Clearly, spanking me had given him a raging erection. Kinky fucker.
I rubbed some more, the rough denim grating on my clit blissfully.
He moved to my other breast and treated that nipple to the same delicious attention while he massaged my damp right breast. His other hand was on the hollow of my back, holding me close and encouraging my small grinding movements.
Suddenly wanting his flesh on mine, those thick chest hairs against my tits, I dragged at his t-shirt.
He obliged, practically ripping it off.
He let out a low growling sound then made quick work of tearing my thong from my body. With it went my skirt. I was naked except for the long white socks that had tiny bows on the top seams.
“We’re going to fuck now,” he rumbled. “And you’re going to come so fucking hard. We ain’t stopping until you do, you hear me?”
I nodded. I was breathing fast and my belly tense with longing. But could I come on his cock?
Would he be my first?
He ran his hand into my hair, fisted it, and yanked my head back so I was staring at the ceiling.
I gasped at the strong dominant hold, my pussy quivering around nothing, anticipating, longing, needing.
He slipped his other hand between my legs.
“Yes, please…oh…” I closed my eyes and stiffened for penetration.
His probing fingers found my entrance and eased in. “You’re so fucking wet. Dripping. My hand on your ass has turned you on. You love it. You love it when Daddy spanks his naughty little girl, don’t you.”
My mouth was slack. There were no words. I certainly couldn’t deny it because I didn’t think I’d ever wanted to fuck as badly as I did right now. I was burning up for it. Breathless for it. My pussy weeping for his cock.
He drew my face to his; his fingers were deep inside me. “You know I can please you,” he murmured. “So just give in to it. Give in to me. Don’t fight it.”
“Yes.” I nodded and clenched around him. “Yes. I want that. I want to come.”
“I know you do.” His voice was low and dirty, and he rubbed my special internal place. “Because you can’t resist Daddy’s big cock, can you.”
Chapter Eleven
Mitch
Damn it, I’d have permanent zipper marks on my dick if I didn’t lose the fucking jeans. Fast.
Having Amy writhing on my lap, red-assed and naked, was more than any mere mortal could handle…surely. She was so incredibly sexy and she was gagging for it. I wanted her to come around my cock more than I’d ever wanted anything in my life.
Reluctantly, I withdrew my fingers from her gripping wet pussy.
I battled with my zipper, shoved at my jeans, and freed my erection. It jutted straight up, dark and solid, the tip shiny.
Spanking her had given me a whopper of a hard-on. Her sweet ripe flesh patterned with my handprint had almost been my undoing. Battling the devil in me who screamed to claim her in the most basic, primal of ways had been like World War Three.
