He shoved his thumb deep inside her, and she moaned into the mattress.
When his thumb came out, his hand came down sharply on her ass.
Adria yelped and clenched her thighs together.
The pain was sharp and short.
Bryson’s hand came down again and again, and Adria could feel the warmth growing on her abused ass, could feel the warmth growing in her core.
After several seconds, Bryson stopped and continued his slow fucking with his fingers. He would add or subtract digits, changing tempo and sometimes even giving her clit a soft flick.
He continued to tease her until she was panting and squirming in his lap.
When she was sure she was about to come, he started spanking her again. Harder this time.
Faster.
Adria’s muffled cries fell into the soft blanket under her, and her hands struggled against his grip.
When her legs started to kick out, he wrapped his leg around them, effectively pinning her.
“I want to taste you,” he said. And the world shifted as he lifted her off his lap.
Adria stood awkwardly next to him, hands still behind her back, frozen from some invisible command.
“Get on the bed, on all fours,” he said.
She did it.
“Press your face down.”
Again, she did it.
Pushing her ass up into the air, exposing her pussy and wetness to him.
Bryson brushed his thumb across her folds, and Adria nearly came undone from the softness of it.
With his newly wetted fingers, he traced her tighter entrance and said, “I’m going to make you come over and over again on my fingers and lick you completely clean, and then I’m going to fuck you here.”
Adria’s core tightened, and she tensed under him.
He waited. Maybe waiting to see if she would argue, but Adria wasn’t going to argue. She was enjoying the feeling of letting go.
His mouth was on her, and she bucked on the bed.
Bryson chided her. “So needy, so wet for me.”
Adria wanted to argue, but what was the point? It was obvious.
He pressed his fingers into her, one at a time until he was fucking her with four. Adria drove her pelvis into him, meeting his strokes, until he grabbed her hip and forced her to be still.
She was so close when his hand froze inside her. Adria felt her insides tremble.
“Ask me nicely,” he said, his voice wicked.
Adria bit her lip.
His fingers were still inside her, motionless, but his thumb reached up and pressed into her rim.
