Page 39 of Promise Kept

His right hand grabs my ass so fucking hard that I jump up to my toes.

His left hand reaches to the front of my pants and practically tears the clasp off the front to get my pants open.

Using both hands at the same time, he pulls my pants and panties down, just enough to expose my bare ass.

“There we go, brat,” Ellis growls at me. “You’re going to learn your lesson right now.”

And then I feel… everything.

The crack of his bare hand against bare skin.

My ass flexing as his hand connects.

He does this over and over.

At least five or six times.

Teaching me.

Yes! Fucking teach me!

And then… when he’s done… when he’s done teaching me my lesson…

Ellis drops down to one knee, facing my ass.

My right cheek is red and swollen.

I turn my head, look down and watch as he kisses what he’s done.

His lips pressing softly against my right ass cheek.

But then he looks up at me and I realize… oh, fuck, Ellis…

He begins to move to the left a little.

His hands grab the bottom of my ass. He lifts. He spreads me…

Everything puckers, if you know what I mean…

I gasp for a breath and look down, realizing my right hand is down the front of my pants.

My left hand has grabbed for the doorway.

I’m standing between the kitchen and living room, my middle and ring fingers stuck together, glued by my own wetness as I stroke my clit left to right.

I can’t stop picturing Ellis spanking me, kissing me, and then… licking me…

My hips rock forcefully.

I want to stay in this fantasy as long as I can.

If I don’t, I’ll end up thinking about Ellis fucking my mother.

But, hey, since I’m in a mood for wild and naughty fantasies…

Imagine if Ellis keeps fucking my mother. Imagine if they end up together. Imagine if they end up getting married.

That would make Ellis my stepfather.

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