Page 62 of Dizzy

“You pulled a stunt, didn’t you?”

He wallops me, and I buck my hips, try to escape his hand, but it’s too big, and it hurts. It steals my breath it hurts so bad. Crack. Crack. He rains blows on the tender flesh at the top of my thighs, and then he slaps my pussy.

“You were bad, weren’t you?”

“Yes,” I sob. Tears are dribbling down my cheeks, salty on my lips, soaking the comforter.

“You racked up nine hundred bucks in twenty minutes, didn’t you, naughty girl?”

Whack. Whack. Whack.

I can’t say yes. I can only blubber into the bed sheets. My brain is on the fritz.

I could saybanana.

I could saystop.

I could stand up and walk away.

I could kick him in the balls.

But I don’t want to do any of that. I want more.

I’m better than fine. My ass is on fire, but I’m floating. Everything’s okay. I don’t have to worry about anything at all.

It’s been way more than ten. Or twelve. He keeps going, and every so often he stops, massages my ass, and that hurts worse, but then he slips his fingers into my pussy, smearing my cream over my folds.

He holds his fingers to my mouth. “Open up. Suck.”

I do, tasting myself, his calloused finger rasping against my tongue. It’s earthy. Tangy. All of a sudden, everything becomes hyper-real. Like someone switched the room to high def.

“You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you?” he growls. “My perfect, dirty girl.”

He lands three final, sinus-clearing claps to my lower cheeks, and then my legs give out, and I sag against the bed.

Instantly, he’s on his knees behind me, drawing me into his lap, cradling me in his strong arms. His beard tickles my neck. I’m sniffling. He wipes my eyes with the sleeve of his flannel shirt.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs in my ear as he rocks me, pressing kisses to my temple. “You took that so good, didn’t you, baby?”

His praise wraps around me, warms me. I love this.

“You’re okay.” His fingers skim across my skin as if he’s reassuring himself. “You’re okay.”

His cock is hard and poking me in the back. Are we going to fuck now? I feel like a rag doll, but my pussy’s still swollen and needy. My ass is truly beginning to burn.

I wriggle to prop myself on a hip, searching relief. He chuckles, his massive chest vibrating against my back.

“We’re not done yet.”

“No?” My voice sounds drowsy, even though I’m wide-awake.

“No.” He reaches behind him. “Here. Drink this.” He holds a bottle of cold water to my lips. I gulp it down. I didn’t know I was so thirsty.

I perk up a little, blink. The room comes a bit more into focus. I sigh and stretch my arms overhead. I feel so calm. Almost weightless. But it’s not scary at all.

“Now you’re gonna show me what I bought.”

“Huh?”

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