Page 47 of Dolly

“Then let’s get back to the room.” I pull her up to the register and toss the jeans down on the counter.

We’re back in the motel in short order. Dolly walks to the middle of the room and turns to me, eyes wide with expectation. I kick the door closed and throw the lock, not that anyone in this place will be bothering us.

Tossing the bag of jeans onto the desk, I make my way to her. Her gaze never leaves mine. She’s biting her plump, pink lip between her teeth again.

“So.” I rest my hands on her shoulders. She’s still slim, it will take time to get weight back on her, but she’s perfect.

“I teased you about your age,” she prompts when I don’t continue.

The perfect hue of pink tints her cheeks as she nods. Her hair is loose around her shoulders, so I brush the locks back.

“I’ll never hurt you,” I tell her. There was a time when the cries and yelps from a woman beneath my hand drove my libido, but I won’t chance harming Dolly. Not ever.

“You won’t hurt me.” She picks up my arm and brings my hand to her mouth, placing a tender kiss to my palm. “Every time they hit me, it was from anger, from sick pleasure of taking what wasn’t theirs. You won’t do that to me.” She kisses my palm again, licking along the line arching toward my thumb. “Replace the bad with the good.”

She doesn’t want me soft around the edges, which is good, because I don’t think I can be with her. I want her mewls and cries. I want to own her pain and gift her with pleasure. I aim to own everything about her, and the desire building in her eyes as my hands roam down her arms holds promise for what she’ll give me.

I sit on the edge of the bed, throwing her across my knees. She gasps, but doesn’t try to get up. Flattening her hands on the floor, she tips herself farther downward, lifting her ass higher for me.

I flip her t-shirt up her back and yank down her leggings. There are faded scars on her ass, the skin marred and painted with horrors of her past. I’m going to wash them all away and paint a new beginning on her flesh.

“If you need me to stop, you just say so. Just say stop.” If she so much as hints at it, I’ll heed the warning. I will not put her through anything that doesn’t bring her the joy she deserves.

“I will,” she promises, craning her head around so she can look up at me. Cheeks flushed from her positioning and her smile wide, she’s ready.

I’m not even going to pretend not to love this. My cock is hard and pressing against her. Once her ass is nice and pink, I’m going to fuck the hell out of her.

Her ass is warm beneath my hand as I run it over her cheeks. The first smack makes her jolt, but she keeps silent. I drag my hand over her cheeks and bring my hand down hard again, watching the little bounce of her ass. Fuck. My dick twitches.

Steady and firm, I pepper her ass with spanks. Her right leg slips from my lap, spreading her for me. When she clenches from the impact, her pussy presses into leg, dampening my jeans. Each yelp and moan feeds into my craving for more, until finally she gifts me with a low groan.

I stop spanking her, soaking in the deep crimson of her ass. Shoving her leggings down farther, I yank them from her legs, which she spreads immediately for me. She pushes her feet to the floor and arches until her ass is lifting off my lap, her pussy on display for me.

The spanking, an appetizer to the fun, is over. I slide my hand up from her knee to the warmth between her legs. She’s soaked for me. Pressing two fingers to her entrance has her moaning again, louder, deeper than when I was spanking her.

“You like this?” I ask, dipping my middle finger into her pussy up to my second knuckle.

“Yes,” she says breathlessly. I could keep her like this all day, spanking and playing with her, letting her create music for me with her cries and yelps. But her pussy contracts around my finger, and I want to be enveloped in her heat.

I plunge two fingers fully inside and pump in and out of her while she wiggles her hips for me. It’s not too much—no, she’s whining because it’s not enough. She wants the burn and stretch my cock will bring her.

She only needs to ask.

“Do you want something, Dolly?” I grab her ass cheek with my left hand and pull it away. Her asshole peeks up at me between her red globes as her pussy opens wider.

“Ken.” She sucks in air as I bend my fingers, playing with the secret spot inside her that makes her toes curl.

“You have to ask, Dolly.” I grin down at her, even though she’s given up trying to see me. Her hair covers her face as she stares at the floor beneath her.

“Ken, please. Fuck me.” There’s no tremor in her voice, only determination and need.

I remove my fingers from her and flip her off my lap and onto the bed. While she scrambles out of her shirt, I climb out of my clothes. I’m naked, and she’s lying on the bed, propped up on her elbows, watching me like prey waiting to be eaten.

Grabbing her ankle, I pull her closer to the end of the bed before I climb over her. Skin to skin, we lie. I trail kisses up her body, between her breasts, along her jaw, until I reach the tender spot behind her ear. I nip and lick.

Her hands are everywhere on me, feeling me as though she wants to never forget me. She arches upward, kissing my shoulder, framing my face and drawing me back to her until she can press her mouth against mine.

She began, but I will lead. My tongue sweeps past her lips, taking us deeper and harder. My cock presses against her pussy, and I reach between our bodies, rubbing her clit until she breaks free of my kiss to cry out in pleasure. Lining my cock up with her entrance, I look down at her.

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