Page 142 of Bad for Me

“Sunshine,” I growl, my fingers clenching the couch cushions in a white-knuckled grip. “Were you out there without any underwear on? Your cock free and loose in your thin pajamas?”

He sucks his bottom lip into his mouth, chewing on it almost nervously even as his dick starts to harden.

“Yes,” he says quietly and a rumbling sound rips from my throat. His erection bobs, precome shinning on the tip.

“Fuck!” I shout. “Get that ass over here right now before I decide to punish you even more.”

He moves fast, scrambling to me and throws his body over my lap. His cock brushes against mine. I groan as our skin slides together, pinning him when he starts to wiggle. With a hand on his neck, I force his head down into the couch cushions and smooth the other over his round ass cheeks.

“Please, Storm,” he whines, voice muffled when I pull his cheeks apart.

“God, Sunshine, your hole is still wet.” I swipe two fingers over his glistening pucker, humming happily when he clenches, and a small drip of my come slips free. “You did so good holding my come inside of you all night, but it looks like you need more.”

I gather the escaped release and push it back inside him. Ashby moans, his hips arching back as he tries to get my fingers deeper. I pull back and smack his ass, loving the way his cheeks ripple beneath the blow. His pale flesh reddens in an instant, the perfect outline of my hand covering his ass. Ashby sucks in a startled breath, but I spank him again before he can speak. Over and over, I rain down spanks, switching between both cheeks and his upper thighs so he will be sure to feel me when he tries to sit later. After about twenty punishing blows, Ashby’s face is covered in tears and snot, his breathing ragged.

I pause and massage the tender flesh in my palm. “Are you okay, Sunshine?” I coo, earning a broken whimper when I spread his cheeks roughly. “I didn’t hear your safe word. You took your punishment so well. Such a good boy for me.”

“I’m… I’m a good boy,” he chokes out, his hips wiggling, and I feel his erection pressing harder into mine, his precome soaking us both. “Please, Storm. I’m a good boy. Please let me come!”

“Yeah, you are,” I whisper, pushing two fingers into his mouth. He gags softly, then quickly sucks them deep, his tongue working over them so they are soaked with his spit. I pull free and circle his shining hole once before pushing three inside without warning. Ashby screams, clenching around me so tightly I can't move my fingers for a moment. “Fuck Sunshine, you’re going to squeeze my fingers off with your tight little hole.”

“Please, Storm,” he begs. “Please! I can’t take it. I’m so hard it hurts. Please fuck me.”

“Okay baby, but I want you to sit up and ride my cock. Show me how badly you want it. Show me what a desperate little whore you are for my cock.”

“Fuck,” he whispers, his arms shaking as he pushes his body up and straddles my lap.

Leaning back, Ashby stares down at my erection with hungry eyes. Spit drips onto my cock, and Ashby uses his hand to spread it over me, adding more until I’m soaked. He lifts his hips, his thighs tremble with the effort, and I hold his waist, helping steady him. He reaches behind himself; his small hand grasps my cock. I expect him to lower himself slowly, but a shocked cry rips from me when he slams down, taking me in a single thrust. Without giving himself time to adjust, he starts bouncing up and down.

“God baby, I’m going to keep you stretched open and filled with come so you are always ready to take me. You’ll be reading a book, cooking dinner, taking a shower, and I’ll be there, ready to bend you over and take what’s mine.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” he pants. “I want that. Need it. Missed you so much.”

“I missed you too, Sunshine. And I’ll spend the rest of our lives apologizing for leaving,” I promise him, holding him in a bruising grip. I move a hand to his throat, loving the feeling of his life being in my hands. One hard squeeze, and I could end him, cutting off his breathing and stopping the blood flow to his head. I squeeze tighter for a second, and Ashby moans, his eyes rolling back into his head. His cock jerks, a spurt of precome spilling from him, and I release my hold. Ashby gasps, sucking in a deep breath, his eyes glazed and unfocused.

“I… I can’t…” he pants, his body stilling. “Help me, I can’t.”

“Okay, Sunshine.” I stand from the couch, one arm under his ass to hold him close. He’s so tiny it’s easy to keep him up as I move for the bed. I crawl onto the mattress and rest my body on top of his, pressing him into the sheets. He moans, wrapping his arms and legs around me. His nails dig into my back, scratching down my spine. A sharp burn follows his fingers, and I know I’ll have proof of his need for days.

“That’s right, Sunshine, mark me up, let everyone know who I belong to.” I thrust slowly, angling my hips so I hit his sweet spot with every motion.

“But… but no one ever sees your back,” he rasps, struggling to get the words out.

“Then mark me where everyone will see,” I say, turning my head to the side and baring my throat. He lunges forward, his teeth latching onto the muscle in my shoulder. He bites hard, sinking his teeth deep, and I groan loudly. My hips move faster and harder, slamming into him with so much force the bed slams against the wall. “That’s right, Sunshine, take what’s yours.”

He releases his bite and starts nipping up my throat, sucking the thin skin into his mouth. I copy his actions, sucking and biting bruises into his flesh until he is covered in my marks. His neck and chest are both covered, but it isn’t enough.

“I need to fill you up, breed you over and over,” I growl against his chest, biting his nipple.

“Yes, need it,” Ashby whines, arching his back. His hands move to my ass, and he pulls me harder against him, urging me to go harder.

“Fuck baby, you’re so fucking tight and hot around me. Your ass is milking my cock, desperate for me to breed you.”

“Yesss,” he hisses, and I wrap my hand around his cock.

“Come for me, Sunshine. Cover my hand,” I demand, and he screams, spraying his release over my hand and his chest. “Clean up your mess.”

I move my wet fingers to his mouth, slicking his own come over his swollen lips. His tongue darts out, licking over my fingers. I shove them inside his mouth, and he moans, sucking me clean.

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