When I gasped a second time it was not fake dramatics, but from the soreness I felt when he shoved all the way inside.
“So wet for Daddy. You must not have hated your spanking as much as you pretended to.”
“Maybe not,” I answered without thinking, and let my head roll all the way back. Having him inside me, stretching me, felt so amazing. So full.
“I’ll let you control the pace for a little while, but I want you to tell me when you’re about to come, got it?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He leaned back against the pile of pillows and braced his hands behind him. “Okay, baby. Show me what you’ve got.”
Taking his permission, I ran with it and began to move. I tested it at first, trying to find the angle that I liked most, but once I got there, there was no stopping me, and I almost came.
“Daddy. I’m there,” I whimpered as I forced myself to stop moving. I was so close that my body ached with the need for release.
“Good girl. Now it’s my turn.”
In one swift movement he flipped us over and I was flat on my back with him on top of me.
“You can come whenever you’re ready” he told me before he was fucking me in earnest.
It didn’t take long for both of us to reach our peak and tumble over the edge of bliss together. As we came down, he pressed his lips against mine. Our tongues tangled together in a passionate dance for several minutes before he pulled back and put his forehead against mine.
“God you’re amazing.”
“You’re not so bad yourself,” I said as a yawn escaped.
“I kept you up way too late last night. We should take a nap.”
“But I’m not tired,” I lied. I was exhausted.
“Do you want me to wear you out with a spanking first? I can arrange that.”
“Actually, a nap sounds wonderful,” I corrected myself.
“That’s what I thought.” He pulled out of me, eliciting a soft hiss. “I should probably give you a break. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“But I like it. It doesn’t really hurt, just kind of feels like you’re scraping against every nerve ending down there.”
“Down there, huh?” He laughed. “Say pussy, Zoe.”
“I don’t want to.” I felt the blush heat my cheeks.
“I don’t care, do it anyway.”
I sighed, knowing that another spanking threat was just below the surface.
“Pussy,” I mumbled. “There, happy?”
Lennon smiled and shook his head. “For now. But we are totally going to work on your aversion to those words at some point. For now, nap time.”
We crawled up to the head of the bed and he tucked me against him.
“Sweet dreams, little Picasso.”
“Sweet dreams, Daddy.”
LENNON