“I’m a good girl?”
“A very, very good girl. Maybe you don’t need to be spanked because you’re such a good girl.”
“No, Daddy!” I protest. “I want you to spank me so I’ll mind my manners.”
“Good girl,” he says, slowly easing out of me, leaving a void, a vacuum where he once was. I need him to fill me again.
“Spank me, Daddy!” I cry out, sending his cock back inside me slowly, then out, then in again until seconds later he’s thrusting into me from behind, his hips slamming against my ass and I’m not even sure if I’m going to survive the night, the force he’s generating attempting to snap me in half.
And I love every second of it.
“Harder, Daddy.”
“I’m close,” he moans. “But I need you to finish first, darling,” slides out from in-between claiming grunts. “Can you do that for me, angel?”
“Yes. Yes,” I answer, but my answer quickly becomes a cry of the impending tsunami forming in
side my stomach, washing through me like a wave and I unleash on his cock, coating it with my cream as my pussy snaps shut on his dick, locking it in place as I milk him for all his seed.
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” he belts out, and suddenly hot jets of come fill me fully, completely, and with a force that threatens to blow me forward right off his dick, breaking our connection.
But no. My hands grip the sheets tight as I contract my midsection, pushing my ass into his hips as he grinds into me, more hot loads filling me one right after another as his hands grip my hips like he never in a million years plans to let me go.
His body jerks some more and then finally he falls forward, my knees and elbows buckling as he lands right on top of me, his heartbeat hammering into my back as we both struggle to catch your breath, until finally after seconds turn to minutes, he slides to the side, his rod pulling out of my hole with a loud popping sound and he lies on his back staring up at the ceiling.
I quickly cuddle up next to him. “Was I a good girl, Daddy?”
“The best and the only girl for me. Ever. Mine,” he exhales, before turning to me and wrapping me up in a big hug. “Mine all mine,” he adds as he kisses me on the forehead. “Forever.”
14
Diana
The next morning
My arms wrap around Daniel even tighter as he whips the motorcycle he bought this morning through a winding mountain pass.
Looking left, looking right…it’s amazingly beautiful.
But the most beautiful thing is right in front of me, my man and his heart a mere inches from mine, my body pressed against the back of his.
I’d called in to the diner sick the night before. That way they had plenty of time to find a replacement, girls were always looking to pick up shifts, plus it didn’t tip anyone off that I was actually quitting.
After waking up this morning, Daniel confided in me that in just a matter of days he would be receiving cash awards for both turning in bad cops, and finding the mole within his own unit. He didn’t tell me the exact amount, but he did say each award ‘scraped low seven figures’, plus he’d saved just about all his money for fifteen years so we’d be set for life.
It was the ultimate Cinderella story, at least in my eyes, and I couldn’t have written a retelling of the classic better myself, even if you’d have given me a lifetime to try.
And a lifetime is exactly what we were about to have…together.
We pull up to a small house near the top of the mountain and he parks the motorcycle, helping me off the back.
“Where are we?”
“Old safe house that I bought years ago in case the stuff ever hit the fan.”
“But if it’s in your name then. People will come looking for you here?”
“Nope. It’s wrapped up in an LLC which is owned by another LLC. Complete anonymity, and the owner, and the registering agents of the LLC’s, all accepted Bitcoin. To be fair, Bitcoin’s not exactly anonymous, but I’ve never put my coins online so they’ve never been attached to my name.”