Page 9 of D*cked By Daddy

“Holly,” I moan, squeezing my head and collecting the precum for lube.

“I didn’t get my spanking last night,” she pouts. “And I know I deserve it, Mr. Saint. I’ve been such a naughty girl.”

“Yes you fucking have, little girl.” I sit up with my back against the headboard and pat my lap. I want to do this while she lies in reverse cowgirl. That way, I can watch that sweet little pussy drip with anticipation during her little punishment.

She crawls onto the bed and swings her leg over my hips, shaking her ass in my face before lying down on my legs. I run my hands up her thighs and squeeze the soft flesh of her ass. She isn’t wearing any panties, giving me the best view as I spread her open.

“And how many do you think you deserve, Holly?”

We’ve been working on building up her tolerance, giving her a few extra and pushing her limits a little more each time. She’s so good at communicating with me, making sure I know when she’s getting overstimulated and when she needs to stop.

“Fifteen? Twenty?” I ask her, waiting for her to make the decision as to how much she can take tonight. It’s been an emotional couple of days, so I know she’s probably already feeling a bit more sensitive than normal. I don’t want to push her. This is supposed to be fun.

“Fifteen,” she answers, taking a deep breath to prepare herself.

The first few that land are on the softer side, warming her up to take the harder ones as we progress. She moans, and her hips move. I don’t even think she realizes she’s doing it. Her body is just on autopilot, searching for something to touch her where she needs it.

My smacks get harder, and I love the way her skin goes from pink to red, my hand leaving prints all over both cheeks. She’s counting out loud, her voice growing gruffer with each hit as we climb higher and higher. My cock drips onto my abs while she makes a mess of my thighs.

“Fifteen!” she cries out on the last one.

Kneading her sore flesh, I praise her while she comes back into herself, calming her heart rate and her breathing.

“Such a good girl, Holly,” I soothe. “You did so well, Holly. Taking your punishment like the good little slut you are.”

I run my thumb through her slit and circle her clit, playing with the little nub while she whimpers and rolls her hips. Slipping a finger inside of her, I curl it to hit that perfect spot against her walls. She’s so worked up from the spanking that I know she’s going to come any second.

“Don’t forget to ask permission,” I warn her.

Her breathing picks up as she tries to hold back. She wants it to last, but I won’t let her. I double down on my efforts, picking up the pace and touching her in all the spots that make her see stars. I want to reward her for how well she took her punishment, last night and tonight. She deserves to let go and feel it.

“May I come?” she finally asks as her hands fist the covers, and I feel her teeth sink into my leg.

I let her sweat it out for a few seconds before giving her my permission. And it’s instant, the way her body listens to me and immediately sinks into its release. I slow my thrusting and see her through it until she breathes a sigh of relief and her entire body relaxes on mine.

“How was that?”

“So good,” she says on an exhale, laughing quietly. I run my palms over her ass to soothe the stinging.

“Check in with me, my sweet girl. How are you feeling? Did we push you too far?”

“Not at all,” she says, rolling off me and sitting up to face me. Her hand closes around my cock, making my abs jump as she strokes me. “I’m fine, Daddy. I promise.”

We watch each other while she moves her hand up and down the length of me, paying special attention to my head as her thumb circles underneath. She smiles and leans closer, meeting me halfway for a kiss. Our lips part, and our tongues intertwine. Her mouth tastes sweet like her peppermint toothpaste. I bite her lower lip, and her hand picks up speed, her wrist rolling and flicking.

“Stop,” I tell her, grabbing her hand. “I’m going to come in your hand if you keep that up.”

She laughs softly and kisses me again.

“Where do you want me?” she asks between kisses.

“Climb on top of me, baby. I want to see your face while I make love to you.”

She climbs on top of me and kisses me while she hovers over my cock. I grab her face and pull her close to me, pouring all of my love into that kiss. I break away and kiss the side of her mouth, her cheeks, and her jaw. I suck on her pulse point and then reach between us to line myself up.

“Lower yourself down on top of me,” I command her. “Slowly.”

I kiss her.

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