Page 103 of Mob Bride

His hand grabs my ass and squeezes until it’s nearly too much. He pulls the other cheek wide and presses his cock against my hole. I know he won’t enter me, but he’s reminding me he could

“Because you’re Daddy.”

“Whose daddy?”

“Mine.”

“Am I anyone else’s?”

“No. You belong to only me.”

“That’s right.”

He backs away, and it’s suddenly freezing without the radiator pressed against me. The man exudes heat. I wait, but nothing happens. I twist as best I can to see him. He’s watching me with his right ankle crossed over his left, his arms folded. He’s really just staring. His eyes tell me he likes what he sees.

The uncertainty of what’s coming next makes me squirm. I know he’s enjoying that, but it’s driving me nuts. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to block out how much my pussy aches—burns—for him to be inside me.

“Ugh!”

I don’t hear him approach, so I’m unprepared for the spank. I don’t scream, but I’m louder than I intend. He kisses my shoulder, then rakes his teeth over it. He kneels and unfastens my ankles. He loosens my wrists enough to turn me around. He presses a hard, fast, and hungry kiss to my lips. Just as I’m ready to sink into it and enjoy it drawing out, he pulls away. He nudges my feet apart and cups my pussy.

“You’re so wet for me, Carrie.”

“I know. You look pretty hard, Daddy.”

“I am.”

He strokes himself, and I hate it. I want to do that, and he knows it. He slides three fingers into me, spreading them inside my cunt. He pulls them out halfway but adds his fourth when he drives them into me. He strokes my g spot. My hips jerk forward, then my ass slams back into the posts as my pussy tries to chase his fingers, drawing them deeper. His thumb works my clit, and I close my eyes, resting my forehead against my left bicep.

I need to come.

He knows it and pulls out. He slaps my pussy four times. I both want to retreat and offer him more. He pinches my clit as he leans in to whisper to me.

“Beg.”

I don’t think twice. “Daddy, please. I need to come so badly it hurts. I need you.”

“I know.”

He slaps my pussy again.

“Beg.”

“I’ll do whatever you want. Just, please, let me come.”

He pinches my clit yet again.

“No.”

He leans in and latches onto my left nipple. He toys with it, using his tongue and teeth before he sucks. I want my hands free to offer him both, but when I tug, I’m reminded I don’t get to decide any of this. That thought excites me even more.

“You enjoy being at my mercy, don’t you?”

He lifts his head enough to look up at me, so our gazes meet.

“Very much.”

He sucks on my other nipple until it’s a tight dart. Then he pulls away. I’m unprepared for him to release me from the bed post. But I should have known he wasn’t done yet. He moves me to the center between both posts. He has my arms and legs stretched wide and fastened to the posts before I realize what’s happening. I’m facing away from the bed, so it’s easy for him to wrap a tie around my tits, pushing them together, and making them stand out. He slaps them five times, his broad palm landing against them at the same time.

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