Page 199 of Little Sunshine
Because there wasn’t just one.
I took off after my girl, easily catching her as she tried to crawl behind a couch in the loft. In a short, sexy nightie, her bare ass was sticking up.
Wiggling.
Taunting me.
I pulled her back with one hand while I freed myself with the other, filling her in one smooth thrust.
Not just wet.
Soaked.
Always soaked for me.
I ran my palms from her shoulders down her arms to the ropes she’d used to secure her wrists behind her back. “You did so good,” I said as I made the few small adjustments she wouldn’t have been able to do herself. Gripping the ends, I gave a sharp tug to tighten them so they stayed in place.
My cock surged in and out of her as she rocked against me, fucking herself. I was already close with the frantic way she moved. With the way her pussy choked my cock.
With the mindless desperation we both felt for each other.
But she had a punishment, and I wouldn’t be a good Daddy if I didn’t follow through.
I squeezed her ass cheek. “You didn’t listen?—”
Mila launched herself forward. At the sudden movement, I lost my hold on the rope, and she gained a little distance.
But not enough.
Rather than filling her again, I positioned her on her knees before dropping down to eat her pussy from behind. I wrapped an arm around one of her thighs, holding her in place while my finger stroked her clit.
I should’ve stopped.
I had a punishment to give, and Mila hated orgasm denial worse than any other. Even spankings.
She deserved that for not being in bed. For running from me.
Her sweet taste. The sexy noises that filled the room. And the way she fucked my face like she was greedy for me.
I couldn’t force myself to stop.
Her taste exploded on my tongue as she cried out, coming with jerking rocks of her hips.
When she was finished, I carefully rolled her to her back. Her face was flushed with exertion, and her wild hair was spread around her. The way her arms were bound pushed her tits out, and her hard nipples pressed against the sheer fabric of the damn nightie.
Each time I saw her, I thought she couldn’t get sexier.
And each time, she proved me wrong.
Fisting my dick, I stroked as I looked down at her.
My own personal wet dream.
My wife.
My sunshine.
Kneeling next to her, I leaned down to kiss her, but she turned away.
