Page 52 of Dealing With Drak

“Start by just rubbing me,” she instructs, her words laced with desire. “Warming up the skin is nice.”

“Mm,” I grunt in agreement. Touching her in any way is pleasing to me.

I will savor this warming up.

My hands greedily caress her delicate skin, relishing the soft touch of her round behind. She feels miraculous. My cock swells to the point of near pain, throbbing against her stomach through the clothing separating us. My mate does not complain or comment on it—which I appreciate. If she were to mention my cock, I might spill just hearing her voice speaking of it.

I must be strong.

Promptly composing myself, I glide my palms in soothing circles, remaining gentle though my fingers long to squeeze her supple flesh. I spend many moments petting her, earning a few pleased noises from her pretty mouth. It is the sweetest torture. Both lovely to touch her so freely, and difficult to keep my seed from erupting out of me without warning.

“Okay, now use your hand to tap me,” An-nana commands. “Just a swift little hit, hard enough to make my ass jiggle but not hard enough to hurt.”

I can do this, I tell myself silently. A small tap.

Like it is the most natural thing in the world, I execute her order. Swiftly tapping her soft skin with my heavy hand. The small noise that our skin makes as my hand connects with her rear, along with the little sound of approval my mate lets out, makes my lips spread into a grin. I have conquered spanking. Of course, I have. I am an excellent learner.

“Again,” she requests breathily. “A little harder this time.”

Just like before, I do as I’m told, watching closely as her body reacts to my action.

“Harder,” An-nana rasps.

My palm cracks down, causing her to moan.

“That’s good,” she purrs in approval. “Another.”

I deliver this spanking with the same strength as the last, feeling her body jolt forward an inch. Her stomach shifting creates a small bit of friction against my clothed cock pinned beneath her. It is immensely pleasurable.

“Perfect,” my mate breathes.

“I am doing a good job?” I ask cheekily. Before she can answer, I smack her bottom with a slightly heavier hand.

“Oooh,” she mewls. “A very good job, indeed.”

A smile spreads my lips at the sound of her praise.

Smack.

Smack.

Smack.

Three hits, all in quick succession, have An-nana moaning for me.

I love the way that she sounds.

I love her scent even more.

“Your skin is very pink now,” I tell her, my cock throbbing at the sight of it.

“Yeah?” An-nana lets out a sigh. “Do I look pretty like this?”

“Look pretty, feel pretty… smell pretty.” I cannot even begin to tell her how lovely she is, but I wish to try. “You are the prettiest.”

She shudders, and I grin, spanking her once more.

“I can smell that you like this,” I tell her boldly. “I can smell your cunt beginning to drip for me.”

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