Chapter Twenty-Three
If Twyla kept his fingers pushed into her slick, tight pussy, he was going to come in his pants. Gunnar hadn’t embarrassed himself like that since he was a teenager. Watching her come had been one of the greatest delights of his life. He wanted to do it again and again and again. And he would.
Right now, in fact.
He kissed her again, her mouth soft and pliant, opening for him immediately so he could explore her mouth with his tongue. It was as hot and willing as her pussy and that was a treat. Plus the human sweet taste of her was intoxicating. He’d put off going down on her and now he wondered why. Why he’d been such a foolish and self-sacrificing man because surely her cunt would be even more delectable than her mouth.
Twyla whined when he withdrew his fingers, but he rolled her over and smacked her plump ass cheek. When he did, her whine dropped into a moan and his heart lurched while his dick twitched. He wouldn’t spank her hard again because this wasn’t a punishment, but it seemed his little girl enjoyed spanking. Good. He wanted to introduce her to every kind of spanking there was: good girl, bad girl, for his pleasure, for hers, a warm up for more serious forms of impact play, and as she’d already discovered a reminder to her that he would always be there for her.
“Hips up, sweetheart.”
She obeyed and he shoved a couple of pillows underneath her, a better angle at which to devote all of his attention to her ass.
The hand-spanking he gave her was thorough but relatively light, not meant to punish but to arouse. Judging by how she was squirming on the pillows, he’d done his job.
Leaning over her back, pressing his hips into her pink and warming bottom, he murmured in her ear, “Can you come for me again, little girl? I want you to come again.”
Twyla made a plaintive sound that made Gunnar squeeze his eyes shut and blow a breath hard out of his nose.
“I don’t know if I can from spanking, Daddy.”
They’d work on it, and he’d see. Wouldn’t that be glorious, to lay his palm over her backside again and again and again in the quest to see if she could be brought off by being spanked? He didn’t have the patience at the moment, though.
No, he wanted her to come and he wanted her to do it soon and then he’d allow what he’d been denying himself for months. And if he were completely honest, years.
He’d always liked her. Always had a sense tingling at the back of his mind about how she’d be if he could get his hands on her, but that hadn’t been his business. He would’ve been a terrible man to make it so. And most people would argue he still was. But from where he stood behind this woman spread out before him, minutes from a mind-blowing climax and coming into all the potential she had? It could be a lot worse.
“Then we’ll have to figure something else out then, won’t we?”
Twyla glanced over her shoulder at him, her little kitten tongue snaking out to lick her lips, and he nearly died.
Not wasting any time, Gunnar grabbed the lube from his bedside table and flipped the cap open, applying some of the viscous liquid to his thumb and then circling her exposed asshole with it. He’d pushed inside her before, had her muscles clamp down on him but this was for pleasure, not for taking care of her.
She gasped and twitched as he circled the small pucker, but didn’t try to escape. No, she was such a good girl, and knew better.
“Spread your legs, little girl.”
Obediently, Twyla did, opening herself to him until her glistening cunt was on display. She was so beautiful, so lovely, so compliant, and so, so wet, and he couldn’t wait any more. He needed to taste her.
Parting her ass cheeks with his free hand, he continued to rub lube on and around her rosebud while he leaned forward to get his mouth on her.
The gush of liquid from her earlier orgasm was slick and earthy on his tongue, and he lapped it up as though it would evaporate at any second. And then he set to tonguing every part of her pussy he could reach. Hot and swollen, blood-flushed labia, her delightful little cherry stone of a clit, and the hot wet channel of her vagina. Yes, all of it, he wanted to taste it all and figure out what made her squirm and moan and cry out for him.
She seemed to like it when he nibbled and sucked at her labia, ran a flat tongue over her clit and then sucked the firm bundle of nerves into his mouth, nibbled at it with his teeth—that especially made her buck and cry out.
Though he was doing his best to go slow with her, ease his precious Twyla into everything he wanted from her, he took the opportunity to slip the tip of his thumb into her asshole, breaching the tight ring of muscle. When she squeaked in response, he held her down at the small of her back with one hand and pressed gently further into her.
God, he could not wait to get his dick inside her. Mouth, cunt, ass, anywhere. But first he’d teach her that if she was well-behaved that he was more than generous with his pleasure. Indeed, it brought him such immense satisfaction when she came that he might sneak off to the shower to jerk off when he was finished with her or condoms would be fine because the privilege of being inside her would still be incredible, but he never need come inside her to be happy. Until they’d agreed she’d have his babies, and then he’d fill her up with his come.
That was a long way off, though, probably—if she even agreed to be his forever—and not something he was going to worry about now. No, now he had a sweet girl to work over until she was calling out his name again.
Shushing and gentling her like a spooked animal, he worked his thumb inside her ass. Once she’d relaxed as he’d instructed her to, her shocked and vaguely protesting noises turned to moans and pants of pleasure.
The heat and squeeze of her muscles around him nearly made his eyes roll back in his head, but he didn’t want to miss a moment of this, not a single one.
The way she pressed back against him—gingerly at first, and then in what could only be called a thrust. His little girl liked force, liked to be pounded, and he’d give it to her. He fucked her ass with his thumb and leaned down to bite her spank-pinkened cheeks. His teeth marks in the heated, abraded flesh were a mark of ownership.
“You’re mine, Twyla. Every inch of you. Every moan of pleasure, every cry of pain. You’ll give it all to me, understand?”
“Yes, Daddy, please, please.”
Poor thing was nearly senseless with lust and he understood that, he wasn’t so far from the edge himself. He’d push her over first before he allowed himself to fall, though.
He wrapped an arm around her thighs to keep her from moving too much and then, still keeping a punishing rhythm in her ass, he dipped his head to lick and suck at her cunt. He feasted on the taste and the smell of her, became utterly intoxicated by the desperate sounds she made until he felt the pulse of her orgasm around his thumb inside her and there was a spill of liquid on his tongue to confirm in case he’d missed her shouting.
“Oh, god, Daddy. I’m coming, oh god, so good, so good.”
That was it. He couldn’t wait any longer. Gunnar released her hips and undid his belt, freed his rock-hard erection from his pants and then jerked himself the few strokes necessary to send jets of come spurting all over her bottom and her back.
Had there ever been a more beautiful sight than his satiated little girl covered in his bruises, bites, and come? Fuck sunsets and city skylines, endless vistas and miles of ocean waves, he couldn’t think of any.