Page 26 of A Ryan Recollection

Smack!

He pushes two thick fingers deep inside. “Did you let them put their fingers in you?”

“Yeah,” I whimper as wet heat slicks his fingers and earns me another sharp slap on my ass.

“So who made you this wet, sweetheart?”

“Only you, Daddy,” I whisper.

He slides his fingers out of me and I whine in frustration. “Only good girls get to come,” he growls before he spanks me again.

His slaps grow harder and faster until my ass is throbbing and he has to press one hand on the small of my back to keep me in place as I squirm. He could simply order me to stay still like he usually does, and I would, but I guess that doesn’t fit into this little scenario we’re playing. Pleasure and heat and anticipation burns through my body. Every time his palm connects with my ass it makes me wetter and more needy for him.

“How many times did you let those boys fuck you, sweetheart?” he asks, taking a quick break to rub a soothing hand over my inflamed skin.

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?” he hisses, dragging his fingernails over my sensitive flesh.

“I lost count,” I whimper. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”

“Such a naughty fucking slut,” he groans as he starts spanking me again with one hand as he presses the tip of his finger against my asshole. “Did they fuck you here too?” He edges inside me.

“Y-yes,” I gasp as waves of pleasure roll through my core. “P-please. I’m sorry,” I cry. “I won’t do it again.”

“No more drinking with those boys in the kitchen?”Smack.

“No.”

“No more letting them touch you or fuck you?”Smack.

“No, Daddy.”

“Goddammit, Jessie,” he roars, tearing my panties all of the way off before he grabs hold of me like I’m as light as air. Then he sits me on his lap so I’m straddling him.

I swallow as I look into his eyes and they are so dark with heat and passion and longing that I already feel like I’m going to have to be carried out of this room on a stretcher. I think I’ve unleashed something in him that I might never be able to put back—but I am one hundred percent here for it.

“Who is the only man who gets to fuck your tight little pussy?” he asks and the deep growl of his voice makes me shiver all over.

“Only you,” I whisper, catching my bottom lip with my teeth.

“Yeah? So take out my cock and sit on it,” he hisses. “Use that tight little cunt of yours to make me come .”

“Yes, Daddy,” I purr, grasping for his belt and zipper so that I can work his cock free and do as he asks as soon as humanly possible. I am so hot for him I think I’m going to implode as soon as I feel him inside me.

Wrapping my hand around his thick shaft, I squeeze and he sucks in a stuttered breath that makes me smile to myself. So he thinks he’s the only one in control?

“I said sit on it, not play with it,” he growls.

“You’re so bossy,” I protest as I shift my position, lining my pussy up with the crown of his cock.

“You have no fucking idea, sweetheart,” he says as he places his hands on my hips. “Now sit.” He pulls my hips down until I sink onto him, taking him to the hilt as he stretches me wide open.

“Jesus,” I gasp, my body adjusting to accommodate him filling me so completely.

He holds me still, staring into my eyes with a wicked look of deviance in his. Running his nose over my neck, he grunts in my ear. “I bet those boys didn’t fill your sweet pussy this good?”

I trail kisses over the thick column of his throat, working my way up and brushing my lips over his ear, I squeeze his cock with my pussy muscles and whisper. “They kinda did, Daddy. They made me come real hard too.”

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