“Yes, Daddy.” Her voice is stronger. Her confidence is growing, and her fear is waning. I haven’t even warmed her up yet.
After lifting my palm, I spank her several times in a row. Not hard. Just enough to help her relax and get used to the sensation of my palm on her bottom.
“That’s it?”
“Sassy, sassy girl. Tsk tsk.”
She giggles again. “I mean…”
Before she can finish her thought, I swat her again, harder this time. She stops laughing and sobers a bit as she lifts her head and grips the pillow between her knees.
I use more force for the next barrage, letting her feel a bit more sting. When she doesn’t protest, I increase again. I’m impressed by her reaction. I expected her to enjoy being spanked, but I didn’t expect her to be quite so into it the first time. I’m spanking her almost as hard as I would a seasoned submissive.
Suddenly, she moans and grips the pillow between her knees tighter.
Fuck me. I’d intended for her to get an emotional release in the form of a good cry. She’s not tearing up. She’s aroused.
I shift my attention to the backs of her thighs, working my way toward her knees and then back up to her reddened butt cheeks. My girl is settling into this. She’s no longer shaking or stiff. She’s enjoying herself.
One thing is obvious: spanking is not a good punishment for her breaking important rules. Based on her reaction, she’d probably run through traffic if she thought I would spank her afterward.
I’d intended to pause more often and check in with her, but I’m watching her face. She doesn’t need a break. Her mouth is open. Her eyes are rolled back. Her cheeks are pink. She’s blissed out.
After glancing at her bottom to make sure I’m not going too far, I pepper her cheeks back and forth while keeping a close eye on her expression. Fuck me. My cock is rebelling. I’ve been hard for a week, especially when holding her in my arms at night, but this… This is an unexpected twist.
I can smell her musk, and since she’s not going to get a release in the form of a good cry, she’s going to get it from an orgasm. I have not given my girl an orgasm yet. I’ve touched her pussy in the bathtub every night, but I haven’t lingered or reached inside her.
She’s a virgin, I remind myself. I have no doubt she’s used dildos before, though, so I’m going to assume she won’t cry out in pain if I thrust a finger into her.
When a long, drawn-out moan escapes her, I stop spanking her, reach between her legs, find her pussy dripping, and push my middle finger into her cunt.
Simone lifts her head and cries out. She also comes. Hard. Her pussy grips my finger. I didn’t even stroke her clit. One finger. One thrust. One fucking sexy orgasm.
My cock can’t take this. I’m going to come in my jeans. I press my bulging shaft against the edge of the mattress to help ease the pressure. It hardly works.
“Oh God… Camden…” At least she hasn’t forgotten who’s fingering her.
If she can come that easily, she can give me another. I release her hands, flatten my palm on the small of her back to steady her, and pull my finger out of her tight channel to rub her clit. It’s swollen and slippery. I’ve never felt this much arousal leaking from a woman.
My girl is on fire. I already knew I was in love with her. But now that I see how she reacts to my touch, I’m way past that.
She squirms, making me press on her back to keep her from escaping my fingers. “Camden.” Her voice is shrill.
I flatten three of my fingers against her clit and push down.
Simone is the most sexual being alive. How did I not realize this? She screams as another orgasm takes over. Watching her come is so beautiful. I could do so every day for the rest of my life, and I will. Apparently, several times a day.
Her body goes limp, and she’s panting as she drops face-first against the bed.
I tug the pillow from between her legs, lift her sated body, and flip her onto her back so that her bottom is at the edge of the bed.
Her eyes are glazed over, and she rolls her head back and forth as I grab her inner thighs and part her legs. Fuck, she’s so stunning. Every inch of her. Her pussy is wet and red. Swollen. Is it still pulsing?
I need to taste her. I’ve dreamed of this for years. It’s happening right now because I can’t resist any longer. Holding her knees open, I lower my lips to her inner thigh and kiss a path to her cunt. Her scent is divine. I don’t waste any time nibbling. As soon as I reach her pussy, I cover her folds and clit with my mouth and suck.
Simone arches her chest off the bed and moans. “Camden… Oh, God. I can’t.”
She can, and she will. I suck harder and then ease back and flick her clit rapidly with my tongue.
