Page 129 of Four Fiances & I

“I’ll meet you back upstairs,” Jasmine calls after her.

The second the door is closed, Jasmine spins around and kisses me, thrusting her fingers into my hair.

“Do you need something, Baby girl?” I smirk as she stands slightly so she can pull up the pencil skirt she is still wearing, making it easier for her to straddle my lap.

“You know exactly what I need, Daddy,” she smiles before squealing as I stand, holding her against me as I walk over to my desk to place her on it.

“Lie back and show me that pussy like a good girl,” I order, my mouth already watering with the need to taste her. I watch her smile as she lays down on the desk so I can push her skirt up further and reveal the white thong she has on.

“Is this the one from the weekend?” I ask, playing with the material, ensuring my finger brushes over her. The way that her breathing hitches now and again tells me she feels it all.

“You told me to keep them for you, so I did. I was going to surprise you after picking up the dresses.” I know the reminder of the dresses is painful for her, so I make a point of sticking one finger out as I play with the material so it slips between her plump pussy lips.

“You really are my good girl, aren’t you, Baby,” I whisper, feeling how wet she is.

“I will always be your good girl, Daddy,” she cries out as I slip one finger into her.

“Yes, you will, Baby girl. Just like I will always be your daddy.” Not giving her any warning, I pull the fabric to one side and start to eat her like I’ve longed to all fucking day.

She is so wet and ready for me that it doesn’t take long until she is crying out, begging me not to stop, as if I ever would. Between her legs is my favourite place to be. Whether it's my mouth, hand or cock. Nothing compares to the way her body responds to me and my touch.

“Daddy, I …” her breath catches before she has a chance to finish what she was about to say. Her whole body comes alive as she cries out almost silently through her orgasm.

“I love the way you flood my mouth as you come on my tongue,” I growl as I undo my trousers, desperate to feel her pussy clamping around my cock.

I don’t give her any warning before thrusting into her. She screams with pleasure as I fill her oversensitive pussy, just the way she likes it. She’s still recovering from the orgasm, and I know just how to get her there again.

“Fuck you are so perfect,” I growl through gritted teeth as I grind into her while rubbing her exposed, swollen clit with one finger. As she comes again, I tighten my grip on her hips as I start using her body to chase my own release, knowing if I time it right, I will be able to give her one more at the same time.

“Daddy, use me,” she calls out as her eyes become heavy again, and she meets me thrust for thrust. For a second, she opens her eyes and looks at me with a devious smile. “Fuck me, Daddy.”

A deep growl bubbles from my chest as I pull out of her and turn her onto her front.

“Did you just swear at your Daddy?” I ask, rubbing the tip of my cock through her wet pussy, from her clit to her back passage and back again. When she doesn’t answer me, I pull back a little. “Answer me, Baby girl,” I demand as she moans with frustration.

“Yes, Daddy,” she answers as I thrust into her pussy and spank her ass at the same time.

“I don’t hear you counting,” I warn as I spank her again.

“Two,” she cries out as I do as she asked and start fucking her hard as she’s bent over my desk. As my hand collides with her ass cheek again, she moans loudly before shouting three.

“I don’t think spanking is a punishment for you anymore,” I point out as my teeth clench tighter as I try desperately to control my need to release. I spank her a fourth time, and she cries out as her pussy squeezes me so tight I lose all control and fill her with my release. I manage to spank her one last time, pushing her over the edge with me.

Leaning over her, I sink my teeth into her shoulder, dragging out her orgasm so her pussy squeezes my cock, dragging out my own at the same time. I love this after-sex connection, where we are completely spent and undone together. As I slide out of her, I pull her back with me as I sit in my chair and hold her on my lap, cradling her against my chest as she curls up small.

“I love you,” I whisper into her hair. “No matter what happens this weekend, I will always love you.”

“Everything will be fine, Daddy. Nothing will stop us from being married,” she whispers, running a finger around my chest through the gaps between my shirt. Glancing down, I watch her eyes close, and she smiles.

“What's got you smiling?” I ask, tucking some hair away from her face. I hate when anything gets in the way of me watching her. Whether it's her hair or something far bigger, my heart aches when I can't see her. Being in her presence is what has gotten me through everything. She once told me I’m her safe space, but she is mine and so much more. She anchors me when I feel like I’m losing control of everything in my life. She grounds me and makes me see the bigger picture, even when she doesn’t even realise she is doing it.

“I think you might be right that spanking isn’t a punishment anymore,” she whispers, looking at me through her lashes.

“I’ve known that for a while,” I answer, shaking my head while trying to stop myself from smiling. “It’s okay. I have other punishment ideas.”

“Like what?” she asks as I turn the chair so I can reach for the aloe cream I keep in one of the drawers. I have them scattered all over the house because the woman on my lap has a habit of pushing her luck.

“Stand up,” I order, ensuring I make enough room for her. She sees the cream and smiles as she does as she's told.

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