“I’ll take it. I’ll take it all, whenever you need to give it.”
I groaned and fucked him faster, harder, until I my breaths came in harsh gasps.
“I’m gonna fill you with my seed, boy. Fill up your little belly so full, you’ll—”
Oscar threw his head back and cursed so loud that the sound tore through my body and gave me just what I needed. I plunged deep and stilled as I saw stars when the sensations took me o’er. I spent without a worry as to Oscar’s pleasure, only concerned with my own and how using him made me feel—and with the realization that he’d let me do this, given me permission to be selfish and act like an animal what only wanted to breed and didn’t care about anything else or understand that t’was impossible.
We could pretend t’was something that could happen if we tried hard enough. I’d give him all my babies if I could, though he’d make a questionable mother.
A strange sound bubbled up from me as I lay spent between Oscar’s thighs, as Oscar squirmed and grunted. T’was exhausted amusement at the turn my thoughts had taken.
“Oh gawd. Oh gawd, Jimmy. I need to come. I almost came just then, knowing you’d spent in me. That was so dirty and good.”
I opened one eye and glanced at him, feeling lazy and sated and in no rush to return the favor.
“You’ll come when I’m good and ready to get you off.”
He inhaled a breath and stilled, his ass clamping down on me as he gave a frantic cry, and I felt his spend, hot and gushing between us. I held him through his spasms then watched as he collapsed like a rag doll into the bedsheets.
“Oh, Oscar,” I said.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
I lifted myself up on one elbow and traced Oscar’s lips with the tip of my finger. “I reckon you’re gonna be.”
His eyes widened. “What?”
“You know I gotta spank you now.”
He shuddered. “You do?”
“I do,” I said. “You were supposed to wait until I had my mouth on you.”
“I know it. I tried!”
“Maybe I gotta give you proper motivation,” I said, sitting up and pulling him with me, ignoring the mess on both of us. I arranged him o’er my lap and smoothed my palm o’er his sweet, pale buttocks.
He gazed back at me from the mattress, his head sideways on the sheet. “Can you hold my wrists?” He reached his arms back and crossed his arms.
“Sure. That’s a good idea. It’ll keep you from escapin’.”
I grinned and took his slim wrists in one hand, feeling all the urges I’d tamped down while we’d been at Clarence and Irene’s break free in a wild temptation to do everything that tempted me before we went back. I didn’t know what time t’was, and I didn’t care. Hopefully we’d make it back for supper, with Oscar’s ass pink and sore from the spanking—and maybe another fucking.
* * * *
Turned out we did make it back, a bit later than we’d planned. From the look Irene gave me, I expect she knew what had kept us—or at least had a general idea.
She didn’t know that Oscar’s buttocks were pink and tender, or that I’d left another load inside him that had dribbled out in bits o’er the course of the hour we’d waited before starting back, so’s he wouldn’t stain his union suit. I figured if there was any miraculous chance Oscarcouldget with child, it’d be from today.
Oscar walked with a distinct swagger, as if he’d pulledmeo’er his knee and givenmethe hiding of a lifetime and not been the recipient of my hand, which, to be honest, was a bit sore. Not as sore as Oscar’s ass, though. T’was hard to believe that Oscar could walk, to be fair, after the pounding his behind had taken from my hand and my cock, let alone prance about like he owned the fucking world.
I saw Irene watching him with her hand on her hip and a certain knowing in her eyes. I swear, nothing could get past that woman.
“Oscar, you’re dancing about like the Queen of Sheba. I take it you had a nice afternoon?”
At least he had the courtesy to blush. “I did. How was yours?”
Irene glanced at Clarence. “T’was fine. Only probably not as fun as yours.”
