“Good girl. Are you wet for me? Does the thought of me beating your ass scare or turn you on?” He rubs my butt check once befoer tapping it lightly.
“Both,” I admit as he runs a finger right down the middle of my crack and dips his finger into my core.
“Mmmm, fuckign soaked with all this honey. I’ll lick it all up once you’ve taaken your punishment. You’re getting ten smacks on each side. Be a good girl and count. If you stop or miss up we’re staarting over. Ready?” Before I can answer he delivers the first swat and I bite my lip waiting for the matching smack.
“One,” his hand rubs the sting on both cheeks and then smacks me again.
Harder.
“Two,” I gasp as the heat from the strikes starts to spread to me core.
I wiggle slightly, trying to stop the progression, but he doesn’t seem to notice or stop.
SMACK.
“Three.”
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
“SIX!” I cry out with tears rolling down my cheeks.
“Shhh, almost done.”
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
“TEN! PLEASE!” I beg him desperately to stop and keep going.
I’m burning all over, and I need the tension to snap. He flips me over and buries his face in my core. Licking, sucking, biting, he built my orgasm up until I couldn’t breathe.
“Cum Rosey. So I can make love to you until you cum again on my cock. Cum so that I can watch you fucking unravel.” My muscles tighten around his fingers, and then he’s gone.
“NO!” I scream, but a moment later, he slams into my core.
“Changed my mind. I’m greedy and only want you cumming on my cock tonight.” He rubs my clit, and I’m right there again.
“No, wait,” he pulls out and flips me over on all fours.
“LET ME CUM DAMMIT!” My eyes widen at my use of the word, and he grins.
“Such a dirty little mouth, and I’m not even fucking it yet.” He slams back in and uses my hips to move me on and off his shaft.
“Cum wife.” He buries himself as deep as he can go and rotates his hips, rubbing all the right places and setting my body off like the Fourth of July.
“FUCK!” I hear the scream of pleasure followed by the groan and heat of his release, but I’m oblivious as to who said it until he’s laying us down on the mattress and rubbing my belly lightly.
“We’re going to need to get your potty mouth under control before the baby comes.” I groan and bury my face into his arm as he chuckles at me.
“You’re a bad influence,” I mumble to his laughter as he kisses my neck and shoulders.
