Page 27 of Examining Ella

She tried to speak again, but the lump in her throat was too big.

So Bryan did the talking for her. He gently stroked her cheek as he said, “You were worried that I was going to see this hot blond with big boobs and fall for her, forgetting about you, huh?”

“Well, yeah,” she admitted. “I couldn’t blame you if you did.”

“So what’s your plan?” he said. “Me and you end up together—which we will, by the way—but you have to spend your whole life making sure I don’t talk to other women because I might think they’re a better catch, therefore releasing you back in the pond.” He smirked. “Not that you’re a fish. But you get the picture.”

She laughed. Hearing him spell it out did make her realize how silly the idea was.

“Ella, there won’t always be a go-kart around,” he said. “Eventually you’re going to run out of distractions. So, maybe it’s better if you just trust me. And trust my love for you.”

She was stunned into silence, but it didn’t matter because she couldn’t speak at the moment, anyway. His lips found hers in a hungry kiss that stole her breath.

He lingered for a moment, keeping her bottom lip a few seconds as he pulled away.

“You love me?” she said.

“I have for a while,” he said. “I know that might sound crazy. You’ve been my patient and we’ve never seen each other outside of that office. But I’m crazy about you, honey. And when I saw you on this ship, I knew that it was—”

This time, she kissed him, cutting off his words and throwing herself against him.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he said in a breathless tone, his voice barely over that of a whisper once the kiss had ended. “You never have to worry how I feel. Or that you’re not good enough. You’re perfect. You’re my perfect little girl.”

He began undressing her even as he spoke, peeling her clothes off and tossing them aside. He shirked out of his, too, and a moment later they were both naked, standing near his bed.

He sank to his knees and started kissing a trail up her left leg, going across her pubic mound, and then down her right leg.

She quivered, running her hands through his dark hair, throwing her head back and moaning in anticipation. The pecks and nibbles were wonderful, but she needed more.

And soon she would have it.

He was still kissing her thighs, moving his tongue upward, when he reached behind and gave her a hard, open-palmed swat on the backside.

The pain and pleasure mingled, shooting through her body like a shockwave. She looked down to see him looking up from the tops of his eyes, grinning wickedly.

“Spread those feet a little more,” he said.

Still standing, she did as told. He craned his neck downward to have better access between her legs. He used his tongue to trace her glistening slit.

She moaned, the sound bouncing off the walls of the confined cabin. She dug her nails into his scalp, pushing his head forward, encouraging him.

He went to work with his mouth, sucking her clit, darting his tongue up and down the length of her pussy, and then returning to the sensitive button.

She was on the brink of climax when he stood, spun her around, and bent her over. He rubbed her round ass, giving the right cheek a sharp smack.

She giggled, wiggling her butt.

He rubbed her bottom a few seconds, warming it, before pulling his hand back. He spanked her harder, causing her to gasp and moan.

“All your spankings won’t be so fun, little girl. Remember that,” he said.

“Yes, Daddy.”

He smiled as he massaged her pink cheeks. He then dipped his hand between her legs, parted her folds, and found her clit.

“Come for Daddy,” he said.

As he massaged her pearl, she moved her hips, grinding into him, loving the sensation of his fingers working their magic.

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