Page 68 of Finessed By A Hood White Boy

After the last tap, he rubbed my ass in gentle circles to soothe the pain. Then his hand traveled down and reached between my legs, fingers swiping my folds.

“Amore… why you drippin’ like this? My fingers shouldn’t be this soaked,” he spoke while twirling his fingers in and out of me.

“You liked that shit, didn’t you?” He bit the bottom of my ear.

His bite was harder than usual, causing me to wince. I could hear him moving around behind me. It was quiet. I grew nervous all over again because I thought we were finished. The feel of warm gooey drops sliding down the crack of my ass alerted my attention.

“Wha… what are you doing?” I tried to look back at him.

“Amore, don’t ever question me. All you need to do is relax.”

I sighed nervously, then placed my face down on the headrest. Using his thumb, I felt him rub the lubricant around my butthole, and I tensed.

“You ever had anal?”

I shook my head.

“I can’t hear you, Amore.”

“No, sir.”

“You’re going to feel a lot of pressure. I’m sure it’ll hurt. I’m not gonna lie and say it won’t. Consider the pain a part of your punishment, but trust that I wouldn’t purposely hurt you, and I’ll make it feel good by the time it’s over. You understand that?” he asked as I felt the tip of his dick move around my back entrance.

“Yes, sir,” I whispered.

I couldn’t help but stiffen as he attempted to slowly push his way inside.

“Amore… baby, I need you to relax.” His hand rubbed up and down my spine.

Taking a deep breath, I exhaled, relaxing my entire body. With one push, he opened me up, and I screamed. That was just the tip. With each short stroke, he went deeper and deeper until every inch was inside. Silently, I let tears fall as I tried to breathe through the shit.

“You good?” he asked.

“Um huh,” was all I could get out.

With a pull of my ponytail, my head fell back as he worked me from behind. The sound of his grunts turned me on in the worst way, but that didn’t help ease the pain he delivered. Fuck all the crops and paddle shit. This was the true punishment, and I could definitely say I learned my lesson.

“Ethan, please stop! I’m sorry. Okay, baby? I’m so sorry!” I whined.

“What you sorry for, Amore?” He slapped my ass. “Huh? Tell me what you’re sorry for.” He stroked a little faster.

His hand reached around to grab my throat.

“Not listening. Oh, my god! I’m… I’m sorry for not listening!”

“Mmm… I thought you were a big girl, Amore. You do what you wanna do, right?”

“No,” I panted in a whisper.

His deep strokes made me weak.

“Please… baby, I swear! I won’t do it again, I promise! I’ll listen!” I cried.

He didn’t respond. His strokes continued, and they were powerful blows.

“Ethan, please….” I begged.

He let go of my neck to hold onto my waist.