Page 17 of Spicing It Up

He shifted his hips, placed his cock head at her entrance, then shoved in.

Cassandra cried out. She was already full, full of ginger, which made the space for Sir’s cock constricted.

But it felt so good, more than good, incredible to have him drive deep.

“Ah yeah,” he said. “All evening this is where I’ve wanted to be. Fucking my spanked, ginger-figged sub.”

“Yes, oh yes, more, Sir…”

He gave it, thrusting his hips wildly and bashing them both up the table. Cassandra clung to his upper arms. Her hips ached but that was nothing. She liked him folding her up like this and fucking her. It made her feel tiny and helpless, and not only that his cock nudged her cervix creating a dense sensation that always led to a super-strong climax.

“Are you hot inside?” he asked through clenched teeth.?

“Yes, yes, so hot.”

He reached down and grabbed her sore, smarting right buttock. He squeezed it hard. Pain shot through Cassandra’s pelvis, thrumming against her clit and filling her pussy.

“Come,” he gasped. “I’m coming, come with me.”

“I am...” She allowed the orgasm to grip her with a fury that scared her for a moment. It went so high, on for so long, then she spiraled into ecstasy.

Sir came with her. His cock releasing pleasure deep into her body.

“Holy fucking hell…” he gasped.

He claimed her mouth, shoving his tongue in the way he was shoving his cock into her pussy.?Cassandra clung to him as her internal muscles hugged his pulsating shaft. It was hard to breathe but she didn’t care. Feeling his pleasure spun her into a higher state of being, it thrilled her and completed her satisfaction. It made her feel whole.

He slowed and calmed. Buried deep within her, he broke the kiss. “You’re incredible, you know that?”

“You’re not so…bad yourself, Sir.” She stroked her hand down his face.

He relaxed his grip on her buttock then lifted her legs from his shoulders and straightened.

“Mmm…” he said, gripping her waist and giving several more, languid thrusts into her, watching his cock disappear into her pussy. “So fucking wet and hot. I want to stay here, forever.”

“Then do so.” She let her legs hang over the edge of the table, too weak to do anything else with them.

He looked up. “Don’t tempt me.”

Withdrawing, he sat and pushed her thighs wider. “How is the burn?”

“It’s like you said, it’s plateaued off.”

“You want to keep it in?”?“I think that’s enough for a first time.”

“I agree.” He pulled the root, twisting it slightly.

Cassandra gasped as the movement seemed to inject fresh spiced heat to her delicate tissues.

“You okay?”

“Yes, Sir.”?He slid it from her and placed it on the floor.

A few minutes ago Cassandra would have been relieved that the ginger had gone, but now she felt strangely bereft. Yes it had been intense, a new type of pain, but she had a feeling she’d be begging to be ginger-figged again before too long.

“Come here, baby,” Sir said.

Cassandra arched the base of her back, and he slid one arm into the gap then placed his other around her shoulders. He lifted her from the table into his arms, hugging her against his chest.

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