Page 130 of Bad For A Weekend

“My dirty girl,” he mutters and swats my other cheek. “Count to ten.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“God, I love it when you call me that. It makes me feel like a fucking king.”

I count out my punishment as he increases the intensity. Each one leaves me wetter than before until I’m dripping down my inner thighs. I don’t know which is a bigger turn on, the taboo aspect of being a grown woman standing naked in front of her man while he spanks her or knowing what it’s doing to Owen to watch my ass turn red.

“Ten,” I breathe out, almost disappointed it’s over but anxious to see what he has planned next.

From my periphery, I spot his white tee hit the ground. “Need you to relax for this next part.”

“Why?” I stand.

“I didn’t say move.”

“Sorry, Daddy.” I bend back over, and he curls around my body, cupping my breasts and sucking on my earlobe.

“I want to see your pretty asshole decorated for me.”

“O-okay,” I stutter. Recently, he’s been getting quite familiar with my back entrance. It’s another thing I didn’t think I’d like, but I was wrong. So very wrong.

He stands up, and seconds later, something cold is drizzled between my cheeks. “You love it when I fuck you there with my fingers. Let’s see how you like it with this.” He shows me a silver plug with a sparkly pink jewel on the end. “Will you try that for me?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl.” He runs his fingers through the slickness before pressing two into my puckered hole. “Play with your pussy while I prepare you.”

I slip a hand between my legs. A zing of pleasure runs through me the second I make contact with my clit. Oh, God. I’m going to come so fast. He scissors his fingers, and I moan loudly, pushing back against him. When he pulls out abruptly, I nearly cry. I was so close. But then he’s back, except it’s not his fingers pushing inside me this time.

“It’s cold,” I say.

“You’ll warm it up.” He presses in the tip, and my fingers go frantic. It feels so freaking good. “Take a deep breath for me.”

The second I inhale, he inserts the whole thing. I lift onto my toes, gasping at the sensation of being completely full back there.

“Fuck,” I moan. I’ve never been more turned on than I am right now, and he isn’t even inside me yet.

“Jesus Christ,” Owen groans. “Your little asshole looks so pretty right now.”

“I need you, Daddy,” I cry out, desperate to know how it’ll feel when he fucks me like this. I slow my fingers, wanting to hold off as long as possible. I already know this orgasm is going to rock my world.

I listen as his pants drop to the floor and feel the warmth of his body as he nears. All my sensations are heightened, and every nerve ending is lit up in anticipation.

“You have me so worked up that this’ll be hard and fast.” His fingers join mine, slipping through my arousal. “So wet for me. I think you want it that way too.”

“I do, Daddy. Please, give me your cock,” I beg.

“Unfortunately, I have to move you. You’re too short.”

“You’re too tall,” I joke, earning another smack to my ass. His big palm lands across both cheeks and bumps against the plug. “Oh, God. That felt good.”

“Get on the bed, you dirty girl.”

Walking with a plug is even more arousing, not to mention how swollen my clit is. The friction feels delicious as I stride over and get on all fours. He’s quick to join me, his thighs pressed to the back of mine and his cock at my entrance, drawing circles around my cunt with his tip.

“Please,” I beg again. He loves to hear me whine and plead. We both know he wants this as much as I do, but knowing he’s the one in charge of deciding when, where, and how turns us both on.

“Brace yourself,” he says and pushes in, balls deep.

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