Page 44 of My Best Friend's Dad

I wantedmore.

I couldn’t see his expression, but I could hear the arousal in his voice. I felt his cock grow harder against my stomach and a fresh wave of need crashed through me.

He spanked me harder, enough to make me squirm and whine and moan with every smack. Soon enough, his hand scalded my bottom, and I had no doubt in my mind that it was even redder than it was before.

“Do you like that, Jenna?” he asked, his voice gruff.

“Yes, sir,” I said, my voice shaking.

He kept going, raining his palm down over my ass until I was breathless and shaking with need.

“Good, because this isn’t going to be the last time I put you over my knee,” he replied, spanking me so hard that I cried out. Idrummed my toes on the floor, just beginning to struggle to take it.

He pushed me a little further, making me question whether or not I actually wanted this.

“Oh, fuck!” I moaned, my voice breaking as his palm smacked the backs of my thighs.

He paused, and I felt his hand dip down between my thighs. A soft moan slipped from my lips as his fingers trailed through the wetness there, gathering it before moving his fingers upward and brushing his fingers against my puckered hole.

“Sassy little girls have their bottom holes dealt with too,” he murmured, and just when the weight of his words hit me, he pressed a single digit inside of me.

I yelped, not having expected that at all, and the sound seemed to spur him on. The stretching burn caught me by surprise, a deeper, more incinerating kind of pain that settled deep in my core.

He slowly started to work the digit in and out of my ass and I gasped at the intrusion, but he continued his relentless pace, fucking my ass with his finger. The initial pain started to ebb, leaving a wave of pleasure that followed in its wake.

My pussy throbbed, desperate for attention.

I wiggled, trying to grind my clit against his leg, but his free hand kept me firmly in place, leaving me at his mercy. My needy bundle of nerves almost seemed to thrum in protest.

Oh, god. Please.

I didn’t want to like this, but that didn’t stop me from grinding against his leg. My clit throbbed so hard that I nearly came right then and there.

He added another finger and the burn returned, sending a jolt of desire through me.

“One day, I’m going to fuck this tight little hole,” he warned. “It’s going to hurt, but you’re going to come long and hard for me, won’t you?”

I didn’t answer him, but I feared that he was right.

My asshole clenched down tight around his fingers, and he chuckled softly. I blushed hard, knowing that he’d felt it. There was no hiding from him. Not like this.

The burn grew more and more intense, and the pleasure followed suit. I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe.

I just needed more.

I couldn’t stop whimpering, and soon enough, I was begging him for relief. I was so aroused that I could hardly stand it. Desire welled from every fiber of my being, hot and heavy and altogether far too consuming.

“You’ve learned your lesson, haven’t you?” he asked, his tone smug.

“Yes, sir,” I whimpered. “I won’t be sassy with you again.”

I was lying, but I didn’t want any more spanking. I wanted to come.

“Good girl,” he praised, sliding his fingers from my ass. My bottom hole felt strangely empty, and my face heated at the realization that I wanted him to touch me there again.

But I was far too proud to admit that.

He trailed his fingers over my wet slit, spreading the slickness all around. I shuddered, my body trembling with need as his fingers finally settled on my clit.

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