What the hell has gotten into me?
“I knew you’d rather come home to a man,” I say, instead.
“Yes.” Shea moans now, and the low, sultry sound brings me to the brink of ejaculating in my pants. “Please don’t stop, sir.”
I spank her, my roughest slap yet, hypnotized by her taut, reddening buns. How they shake when I wallop them. How her thighs flex and her hips lift.
She’s an absolute marvel, this girl. A masterpiece.
“Your pussy was already soaked when I pulled down your shorts. Jesus. What it must be like now…”
I should never have asked.
She turns her head slightly to look at me and my heart arrests itself. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my life than her flushed, shellshocked face. Bright eyes. “You can feel it and find out, if you want, sir.” She inches open her thighs, parting the cheeks of her spanked backside. Giving me access to all of her. “J-just this once.”
Shea is echoing my own vow from earlier.
Just this once.
How laughable it was to believe I could stop at a spanking.
I’m in a haze of her creation. Caught in a spell.
Before I can remind myself of all the reasons I shouldn’t take this encounter any further, I am dragging my knuckle down, down inside the crack of her perky ass, pressing it gently to that rear pucker and savoring her gasp, before continuing on. Groaning as I discover the dripping wet region of her cunt. That soft, heated flesh greets my knuckle with profuse wetness, her sex so fresh and pliant, I know I’m fucked.
“I need to taste it, angel,” I rasp, plucking her off my lap and throwing her onto the couch, face up, her tits bouncing out of her tank top, her thighs spread for my mouth.
A fortune of flesh.
Sweet, supple flesh.
Eyes that beg for an education.
ADaddy, God help me.
My swollen dick and the heart spinning in my ribcage give me no choice but to give it to her. I’m past the point of no return. Maybe I sped past it the second I saw her tonight. But if I’m going down for my sins, I might as well enjoy them. Right?
I rip her shorts down to her ankles, tossing them away.
Growling in my throat, I take her inner thighs in my hands and press them apart, my tongue delving into her honey and transporting me to heaven. And as her sugar taste goes to my head, making me stoned, I have no idea how I’ll ever exist on earth again now that I’ve experienced this perfect angel.
Shea.
seven
Shea
I’m goingup in flames.
My body doesn’t know what to do.
Emma’s father has his mouth between my legs, and I wasn’t expecting anything beyond the spanking. I didn’t allow myself to. How could I have imagined this when I didn’t know such delicious sensations were possible? His tongue is pressed tightly between the divide of my sex, dragging in wet, savoring licks, and the air around me closes in, cranking to a hundred degrees. Time slows down and I whine. I whine for God.
Jason’s mouth knows things I’ve yet to learn.
It teaches me lessons with achingly slow laves of my clitoris, while his huge hands stroke my bare thighs. His touch travels up my hollowing tummy to my breasts, seizing them like twin treasures, molding them in his mature, experienced grip. I watch his mouth dip low, again, again, the fireplace glow flickering on the breadth of his shoulders.
The size of him turns me on more. The age of him.
