Page 59 of Mister Stark

“I’m sorry...” I whimpered.

He pressed his cock firmly up against me and rubbed my ass with it. “Do you see what you do to me, princess?”

“Yes, I do.” I breathed.

His cock dry humped my plump ass and the silk fabric of his briefs slid against me. I moaned at the pleasure of it all and he yanked my hair again. I gasped for him, he groaned and his breath picked up pace. My pussy got wetter at just the friction of his uncontrollable need.

He stopped and slightly pushed me forward, but struck my ass again. My plumpness jiggled at the force and I cried out at the pain. He spanked me again and again. I gasped, moaned, and arched my back. The mix of pleasure with torment. My cunt got wet with each slap and my heavy breaths mixed with sounds of my flesh. It lost me in the desire and it stung me, but I loved it.

He pulled my hair again and breathed in my ear. “Touch yourself, princess.”

He spanked me again, and I whimpered as I bit my lip. I followed his instructions and touched my wet clit. My finger slid around in small circles and he released my hair. His hands ran up my thighs until they landed on my hips and stopped. He squeezed them as my pleasure took over and I moved my hips. He groaned from behind me and watched my torturous rhythm he wanted to see.

My behind thrust against his firm cock with each circle of my clit, but it wasn’t enough. I needed more and dipped two fingers inside my juicy pussy. I brought them in and out of me as my walls clenched around them. My climax was extremely close because of his wicked game.

But the pleasure mixed with pain when he spanked me again.

“Oh!” I whimpered.

And he growled at me. “I want your sweet juices to spill all over daddy’s lap.”

His words built me higher, and I circled my clit faster. He pressed my ass up against his cock and moved my hips. His groans mixed with my moans of pleasured delight. He brought me higher as my fingers worked inside me and I bit my lip again.

The pleasure rose higher and higher. The flames grew brighter and brighter. And I tossed my head back at my earth-shattering release.

“Oh, daddy!” I cried out as my ass rocked against his cock and beams of light twinkled in my eyes.

“That’s my good girl.” He moaned from behind me.

I came down from my climax and felt his cock rage below me. He ran his hands down to my thighs and pinched their plumpness. I knew he wasn’t done with me yet.

“I think my dirty girl needs a shower.” He whispered as he brushed my hair aside and ran his lips up my neck.

“Oh, yes, daddy, please.” I begged him and fell under his spell.

He grabbed my hand and brought my fingers to his mouth. I watched in agony as his eyes locked with mine and his tongue swirled over my juices. He licked them and sucked them into his mouth. His tongue flicked inside and I moaned for him.

He released them and licked his lips clean. “My sweet young lady.”

His hungry stare tore into me and his lips found mine. The kiss was passionate. It was full of greed and it intoxicated me. I drank him in as his air mixed with mine and our salvia mingled into one. His French Kiss I could never get enough of and his skilled tongue worked with my own. It swirled and glided smoothly inside of me. He made me whole, wanted and completely his.

With one swift motion, he lifted me from the bed and against his muscular chest. My hands landed on his brawny pec’s and ran over the hair there. They ran down his sides to his muscular torso, and my nails bit into him. He growled into me and jolted me upwards. My legs hugged him as he got off the bed and carried me towards the luxurious bathroom.

We kissed with a wild frenzy and couldn’t get enough of each other. My hands found his salt and pepper hair. My fingers wove into it and clenched the silky stands. He hissed as my thumbs played with his earlobes and his cock throbbed against me. I couldn’t help it when my hips moved with a mind of their own and rotated against his firmness. He loved every second as he slapped my ass and I bounced to his beat. Squealed in his arms as he continued to kiss down my cheek and towards my neckline. His tongue lapped over it as I heard the water hiss and the warmth of it grazed my backside.

My legs unwrapped themselves from around him and fell to the cool, tiled floor. His mouth worked its way to my cleavage and his hands found the clasp of my bra. He undid it with my tits free to be pleased, and my bra fell to the floor.

“Oh, yes...” I sighed with pleasure.

He consumed my breast and took it inside his mouth. His tongue lapped over it and teased my nipple. He made it fully erect and pointed right at him. My nipples ached for him as he nibbled, licked, and sucked each one. He took his time and pleased them until I begged him for more.

My back arched to give him full exposure as he toyed with me and I backed up into the shower. The warm beads fell over my body and mixed with the warmth I already felt inside. My passion flickered with a need that seared through every fiber of my being. I burned like a fiery flame and waited to be blown out.

He released my pleasured tits and stood back to look at me. His eyes starved for me as he pulled down his boxer briefs and threw them aside. They never left my body as I backed up and he moved forward. The water sprinkled down, but it didn’t stop his approach. He was a hungry man who wanted me, and his magnificent cock was full of his seed. It pulsated under the trickle of the rainfall shower and my eyes grew wide with want. I wanted his cock buried deep inside. So deep that when he came, it would make me come too.

My backside hit the cool, clear glass of the shower, and a whimper escaped me. He darted towards me like a dog in heat and panted in my face. His one arm rested against the glass over the top of my head and his other ran down my body. Over my neck, grazed my erect mounds, past my navel, and his fingers found my clit. He slapped it and I cried out as he snatched my lower lip with his teeth. My breath hitched as he slapped it again and I reached out to touch him, but he wouldn’t let me. He wanted to please me and tease me. Mr. Daxon Stark made me his dirty little secret.

“Turn around, my sweet princess.” He breathed against my lip as they quivered just for him. “Daddy wants to take you from behind.”

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