He loved snapping a bib around her neck and feeding her an ice cream sundae while she was strapped in her highchair. More so scolding her for getting her face messy with whipped cream and hot fudge.
“But I thought you might want a different kind of reward. Like that orgasm you were about to have in my shed? Would you like to ride Daddy’s cock until you come?”
“Ooh, yes, please, Daddy. May I, please?”
Twyla wiggled her bottom in his lap and it was all he could do to bite back a groan. Damn the girl, she knew exactly what she was doing.
“Well now, those are some very pretty manners. Perhaps I should spank your bottom all the time.”
She pouted at him even though, yes, he did spank her nearly every day. Not mostly for being naughty, although she wasn’t perfect. And never would be, thankfully.
“Ah, no attitude, little girl. I can turn you over my knee as easily as I can settle you on my cock. Up to you.”
She blinked at him again, eyes wide and face a portrait of contrition. She was good at these role plays, his perfect little girl.
“I’m sorry, Daddy.”
“So what’s your choice then? More spanking on your sore bottom or getting fucked?”
“The second one, please.”
“Oh, I don’t think so. You need to say it. Ask me politely for what you want, baby.”
It was sweet that her cheeks still colored when she asked for these things.
“Please, Daddy, would you fuck me? I want to ride your cock until I come.”
He stroked a thumb across her cheek. “See? That wasn’t so hard. And yes, Daddy will fuck you. I can’t wait to have my dick inside that tight, slick cunt of yours.”
Gunnar hefted her up and carried her into the bedroom, and stood her on her feet so he could strip her first. Then she watched, open-mouthed, as he took his own clothes off.
She liked his body? She could have every inch of it. It all belonged to her anyhow, as much as she belonged to him which was completely.
Then he picked her up again and settled her in a straddle over his lap. It only took her a second before she was rubbing up and down on his dick that was trapped straight up in between them.
“What a desperate little slut. You want Daddy’s cock, babygirl? Hmm?”
“Yes, Daddy, please, I want it so bad. Please stuff your big fat cock inside me, please.”
“As you wish.”
Twyla knelt up so he could notch the head of his cock at her entrance, and then he used a firm grip on her hips to pull her onto his aching dick with one smooth stroke. Her groan when he was fully seated nudged him closer to the edge, but he wouldn’t fall—not before she’d gotten her promised orgasm. She had, after all, earned it.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and started to rock, grinding her clit against him to get the contact she’d need to come.
Gunnar loved the look of bliss on her face as she rode him, loved the little noises she made and how he could tell when she was getting close. It wasn’t going to take long, especially when he dug his fingers into her freshly spanked backside.
“Come on, baby. Come for Daddy.”
And his sweet little darling did, digging her nails into his shoulders as she cried out his name and her slick pussy clenched around him. Heaven, she was heaven.
When the squeezes of her internal muscles had started to slow, he used his hands to guide her hips up and down, sliding her tight channel on his rock hard dick. The feeling of penetrating her over and over and over plus the way her tits bounced and she made a startled little “unh” every time her sore bottom landed on his thighs was incredible.
“Daddy?”
“Mmm?”
“I think…I think I’m gonna come again.”