No one has ever spanked me like this before. Sure, I’ve had the odd slap during doggy style, but this is very, very different.
“Nine,” I cry, my voice hoarse, my body limp despite the desire coursing through my veins.
He rubs the sting, his calloused hand gently scratching at my tender skin.
Tears fall freely from my lashes. I’m breathless, and my core is clenching on nothing, desperate to be filled.
When he pulls back, I suck in a deep breath, both ready for this to be over and desperate to keep going all at the same time. It’s a heady feeling. One I could become addicted to a little too easily, given the chance.
“Ten,” I all but scream as he connects again. “Fuck, that was…”
“You did so well, baby. Such a good girl for me. And look at this ass.” His hand rubs over me. “So pretty.”
I light up at his praise. I swear to God, he could ask me to do anything right now and I would without question.
“Kodie,” I whimper.
Knowing exactly what I need, he hooks his finger under the edge of my panties and pulls them aside.
“Fuck,” he grunts. “You’re soaked.”
I know. I’m fucking dying here.
“Please.”
“So fucking beautiful.”
I cry out when his fingers connect with my swollen, sensitive skin, coating himself in my juices, before sinking two inside me.
“Oh my god. I’m so close.”
“You’re a bad girl, Casey Watson. But you’re my bad girl.”
“Yes, yes.”
“You’re going to come all over my fingers before you swallow mydick. Are you ready for that?”
“So ready,” I gasp as he holds me right on the edge of my release.
“My perfect whore,” he muses, and that’s it. I shatter.
My release rocks through me, my body convulsing on his lap as wave after wave drags me under.
It goes on and on. I swear it’s the longest orgasm I’ve ever experienced. It’s exhausting and exhilarating all at the same time.
Kodie doesn’t stop until I’ve sagged in relief, and then he gives me only thirty seconds before he’s gently moving me to my knees between his parted thighs.
“Take my dick out, Trouble.”
I scramble to do as he says, my need to have his taste on my tongue at an all-time high.
The second I’ve released him, I rub the precum on his tip before stroking him, once, twice.
“Enough,” he growls. “I want your pouty lips wrapped around me.”
He shifts slightly, making it easier for me, before resting his hands on either side of his hips, allowing me to take my fill.
And I do.
