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Dallas moves behind me, taps my inner thighs, silently telling me to spread them, and kneels between them. He leans over me, kisses behind my ear, and uses one hand to milk my breast. “That’s my good girl. Stay still for me while I relieve your pain, and then I’m going to fill your cunt with my cock and put another baby inside you.”
I gasp in real time, my eyes popping open wide. One of my hands is no longer on my breast. It’s between my legs. I thrust two fingers into me and grind my palm against my clit. It only takes seconds for me to come.
And it’s the hardest orgasm I’ve had yet.
When the sensation is over, I lie there panting for a long time before I can lift a single limb. It takes me half an hour of lazy daydreaming to come up with the energy to rise from the bed.
I could easily just go to sleep, but I know I need to eat something before I go to bed. I also know as soon as I return to bed, I’m going to come again.
Chapter 7
Dallas
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I’m outside my girl’s door at the bottom of the stairs at eight-thirty the next morning. The library opens at nine, but I feel confident she needs a good hard spanking, and I’m kind enough to be here early so I can give it to her before she opens the library.
I pull out my phone and call her.
The phone rings three times before she answers breathlessly, “Dallas?”
I chuckle. “Who else would be calling you from my phone?”
“Haha. Why are you calling?”
“I’m outside. Come down and let me in.”
She gasps. “Why are you here so early?”
“Open the door, baby,” I order.
She sighs, and the call ends. Two minutes later, she lets me in. Her brow is furrowed. “What are you doing here?” she asks again.
I lock the deadbolt behind me and plaster her to the door behind her, the one that leads into the library. I cup her face and kiss her because I can’t stand to go another second without tasting her.
I love how she melts against me and sets her hands on my hips. I love it even more when she slides them to my pockets and eases her fingers between the denim.
When I finally release her, she’s off-kilter, just the way I want her. I take her hand and lead her upstairs, shutting that door, too, before I flatten her to the surface.
I cup her face and meet her wide-eyed gaze. “Did you disobey me, baby?”
Her cheeks turn dark pink, and she bites her lip.
“Did you finger your pretty pussy as soon as I left last night?”
She releases her lip, never looking away. “Yes, and again after I ate dinner. And again this morning.”
I’m actually surprised by her candor. “What did I say would happen if you touched yourself?”
“You said you would spank me.”
“Is that what you want, baby? Were you thinking about how it would feel for me to spank your naughty bottom while you were fingering yourself?”
She shakes her head. Her curls are still down and damp. She hasn’t put her hair up in its usual bun yet. She’s dressed in her matronly uniform, though. The only thing missing is her pumps. She even has those oddly sexy pantyhose on.
“Tsk tsk. If you weren’t thinking about me spanking you, what were you thinking about?”
She swallows. “There’s no chance I’m going to tell you that.”
