“Uh, oh,” he tsks in my ear. “I didn’t say you could.”
“What are you gonna do, spank me harder, Daddy?”
He peppers kisses on the top of my shoulders and I squeeze my eyes closed. My god. This man is insatiable.
“I think you deserve it.”
“Do your worst.”
I feel him shift, then he’s pulling out, flopping back onto the bed as he brings me with him. He bends me over his knee and smooths my ass with one cheek, then he slaps it, hard.
“Holy crap,” I mutter.
“Too much?”
“Heck no. I’m so horny, Loges. Again.”
He spanks my other cheek. “Don’t call me Loges.”
He repeats the process of spanking me three times on each cheek, then says, “What is this for?”
“For being a bad girl?” I hardly sound contrite. This man has changed sex for me forever.
I should bake him a quiche, or one of my chicken pot pies, or something to say thanks for the multiple orgasms.
“That’s right, and for not keepin’ that smart mouth shut, and comin’ when I said not to.”
“I can’t help that you had that big, barbelled dick inside me doing overtime,” I whine.
Even now, I can feel his cock against my stomach and I think he’s enjoying this as much as I am.
I wiggle my ass. “You done?”
“I don’t know, let me feel how wet you are now.”
I spread my legs as best I can in this awkward position, and his low growl is enough to re-energize my libido ten fold. He inserts a finger, then two, spreading my slickness all over.
“Let me taste that pussy one more time.”
I don’t have time to react as he shifts me off his lap, then he’s spreading my legs from behind and his mouth is at my pussy, sucking on each lip as he groans like he’s eating the most delicious pie.
“Fuck, baby.”
“I’m gonna die and I’m not going to heaven,” I whisper.
He chuckles against my bare flesh. “Ride me,” he says. “Ride my dick hard, Payden.”
My god. I’ll never be able to look at him in the same light ever again.
He pulls away, then I’m being hoisted onto his lap, facing him. I want to kiss him. I want to bury myself in him and never come up for air.
He’s the escape I need. The dick I crave. The man I want.
With his hands on my hips, he lowers me down as I grip him at the base, then slide onto him.
He hisses and it’s the hottest sound I’ve ever heard, aside from his grunts when he thrusts.
“That’s it,” he encourages. “Push those tits in my face, feed Daddy what he needs.”
