“Can I come?” I gasp. “Please, daddy…”
He looks up at me from between my legs and sucks hard on my clit, his fingers crooking inside me to massage my g-spot. The look in his eyes is a dare. He’s driving me higher on purpose, making me hold out until I can’t stand it anymore.
“Come, babygirl,” he commands.
Finally, he’s set me free. One more lick of my clit, and I’m soaring a million miles above the ground. He doesn’t stop until I push at his head to get him to leave my too-sensitive clit alone. With one final lick, he rises from the bed and removes his boxers. His cock springs free, long and hard. I reach for him, but he shakes his head.
“Not yet, babygirl. We need to have a little talk about punishment.”
“Punishment?”
Quicker than I thought possible, he has me over his knee. His hand crashes down on my ass in a painful smack. The sound rings through the room, and I hold my breath, wondering if it’s enough to wake Henry up. When there isn’t a sound from the other room, I relax over Axel’s lap.
“Do you know why I’m spanking you?” he asks, sounding disappointed.
My throat constricts because I hate the idea of anyone being disappointed in me. “Why, daddy?” I manage to ask.
“Because you let me worry about you for days on end.” His hand falls in steady spanks as he speaks. “You aren’t allowed to do that again. If there’s a problem, you talk to me. Rule number three, always truth between us.”
I’m barely holding back tears when he finishes spanking me. It’s not that it hurt so much as his words were a punch to the gut. He’s right. I never should’ve ghosted him like I did. I should’ve told him about my concerns and figured things out from there. Even if I decided to end it with him, he deserved to hear it from me instead of me avoiding him.
He pulls me up on his lap and cups my cheek. “No more hiding from me. Okay, babygirl?”
I wrap my arms around his neck and hold on tight. “Okay, daddy. I won’t do it again.”
We sit there quietly for a moment. Me with my head on his shoulder, him stroking my back. It doesn’t take long for my desire to rise again. I squirm on his lap, feeling his hard cock against my thigh. I reach between us and give him a firm stroke.
He stands with me in his arms, then gently lays me back on the bed. He picks up his pants and pulls out a condom.
“I’m on the pill.”
His eyes flash with lust. “Are you sure?”
I nod. “I’m clean… you’re clean…”
He drops the condom and crawls on top of me. He kisses me deep and slow. He spreads my legs, and I hook them around his hips, opening myself up for him to settle between my thighs. The heat of his cock on my pussy has me shifting underneath him, seeking friction. I don’t have to wait long. He reaches between us and lines himself up with my entrance. He thrusts into me in a long, slow glide.
I moan at the delicious feeling of being stretched by his thick cock. Once he’s buried inside me, he stays there, kissing me deeply. He pulls out slowly, then thrusts back inside me just as slowly. He sets a maddening pace that has me clawing at his back and begging for more.
I’m delirious with need by the time he hooks my leg over his shoulder and gives me a hard, quick thrust. The new angle has him hitting my g-spot every time. It’s exquisite. My orgasm builds from deep inside, and I just know when it hits, it’s going to wreck me.
“Your pussy feels so fucking good, babygirl. So hot and tight. Tell me, whose pussy is this?”
“Yours, daddy,” I moan, trying to stay quiet but failing miserably.
“That’s right. This is my pussy.” He punctuates each word with a devastating thrust. “Mine. My pussy. My babygirl.”
“Yes, yes, yes!” I cry out, completely forgetting to be quiet.
“Come on my cock, babygirl. I want to feel this pussy squeeze me dry.”
I’ve never been able to come on command before, but this man owns my body and my orgasms. My pussy tightens around his thrusting cock as my climax claims me. His hand claps down on my mouth as I scream out my orgasm. He fucks me straight through my orgasm, then buries himself deep. I let out a low moan at the feel of his cock throbbing inside me as he fills me with his release.
He collapses on top of me, and I wrap myself around his body. He shifts to move so he’s not squishing me, but I don’t want him to go. Not yet.
“Stay…” I say into his neck as I grip him tighter.
“I don’t want to crush you.”