even better orgasm awaited her.
He lifted one hand to the clasp of her halter in the middle of her back. This time she let him. It was so dark in here, he wouldn’t be able to see much. Besides, she knew logically her breasts were the prettiest they’d ever been. She could do this.
When she stood still, he unfastened her halter, and it slipped away in his hands. She held her breath as he looked down at her and then lifted his hands to cup her breasts, his touch gentle.
He made a low sound of pleasure in his chest as he fondled her, obviously enjoying the weight and heft of her breasts, and the way her nipples speared into his palms. It felt really good.
“Pretty,” he said. “Don’t know why you’re so shy about these, Petal. Most girls would rather take their top off than their bottoms.”
When she said nothing, he shook his head once. “We’ll talk more about that another time,” he told her, still playing with her. “Don’t think you can hide from me for long. Yeah, I’ll want these in my mouth, and maybe get off with my cock between them.”
When she stiffened, he chuckled, a low, wicked sound. “Oh, that got your attention. I mean it, Petal. But right now, I’m hard enough to pound nails. I need inside that soft, hot little pussy of yours.”
He pinched her nipples and then let go and indicated the bed. “Bend over the end for me.”
It was the “for me” that did it for her. She wanted to do things for him. Wanted his hands on her again and that beautiful cock inside her. Wanted his attention back there and off her breasts.
She turned to the bed and leaned over to plant her palms flat on the mattress. It was firm, supporting her weight without giving.
“Spread your feet apart.” He smacked her lightly on her ass, a sharp little sting. “What do you say, sub?”
“Yes, Dack.” She moved her feet apart. Oh my God, she must look like a total tart, bent over with her ass sticking out at him, only in a thong.
He put his hands on her hips. She looked down. Her arms and hands were slender and pale against the black plush, and her breasts hung heavy and round between her arms, her nipples hardened into tight points. And beyond that, her waist, and the curve of her hips, his big, powerful hands in sharp contrast, tanned and sprinkled with sun-gilded hair against her smooth hairless skin.
“Much as I like this G-string of yours, it’s gotta come off,” he said and hooked his thumbs under the thin straps. “Mm, good, the kind with ties. I like that.”
Her heart racing with excitement, Daisy watched him work the little hooks. The thong fell away in his hands, and he tossed it on the end of the bed beside her skirt. Then his hands came back to flatten on her hips and smooth down toward her mons. He chuckled in her ear, his body heat enclosing her as he cupped one big hand between her thighs, giving her a little squeeze.
“You watching me touch you, Petal?” he asked, sounding amused.
“Uh-huh.” Oh God, his hand felt so good there, holding her tight, possessing her. And it looked amazing. So big and powerful against her feminine softness.
“Good. Next time, I’ll watch.” He let her go, and she heard him unfasten his pants, and the small rip of a package. A condom.
He smacked her ass again. “Get up on the bed there, sweetheart. Hands and knees. That’s right, push that pretty ass out at me, and show me that pretty blonde pussy. Damn, I wanted to do this when you were lying across my lap out there. I know you needed that spanking, and I’ll always give you what you need, Petal, but I’ve been waiting to fuck you.”
Daisy sputtered wordlessly even as she let him position her on the mattress on her hands and knees. She’d needed that spanking? Why the big, arrogant a-hole.
Then he put one hand on her hip and held her steady while something hot and firm—oh, God, his cock—stroked into her swollen labia and then pushed inside.
“Oh,” she gasped. “Oh, Dack, I don’t
He lifted one hand to the clasp of her halter in the middle of her back. This time she let him. It was so dark in here, he wouldn’t be able to see much. Besides, she knew logically her breasts were the prettiest they’d ever been. She could do this.
When she stood still, he unfastened her halter, and it slipped away in his hands. She held her breath as he looked down at her and then lifted his hands to cup her breasts, his touch gentle.
He made a low sound of pleasure in his chest as he fondled her, obviously enjoying the weight and heft of her breasts, and the way her nipples speared into his palms. It felt really good.
“Pretty,” he said. “Don’t know why you’re so shy about these, Petal. Most girls would rather take their top off than their bottoms.”
When she said nothing, he shook his head once. “We’ll talk more about that another time,” he told her, still playing with her. “Don’t think you can hide from me for long. Yeah, I’ll want these in my mouth, and maybe get off with my cock between them.”
When she stiffened, he chuckled, a low, wicked sound. “Oh, that got your attention. I mean it, Petal. But right now, I’m hard enough to pound nails. I need inside that soft, hot little pussy of yours.”
He pinched her nipples and then let go and indicated the bed. “Bend over the end for me.”
It was the “for me” that did it for her. She wanted to do things for him. Wanted his hands on her again and that beautiful cock inside her. Wanted his attention back there and off her breasts.
She turned to the bed and leaned over to plant her palms flat on the mattress. It was firm, supporting her weight without giving.
“Spread your feet apart.” He smacked her lightly on her ass, a sharp little sting. “What do you say, sub?”
“Yes, Dack.” She moved her feet apart. Oh my God, she must look like a total tart, bent over with her ass sticking out at him, only in a thong.
He put his hands on her hips. She looked down. Her arms and hands were slender and pale against the black plush, and her breasts hung heavy and round between her arms, her nipples hardened into tight points. And beyond that, her waist, and the curve of her hips, his big, powerful hands in sharp contrast, tanned and sprinkled with sun-gilded hair against her smooth hairless skin.
“Much as I like this G-string of yours, it’s gotta come off,” he said and hooked his thumbs under the thin straps. “Mm, good, the kind with ties. I like that.”
Her heart racing with excitement, Daisy watched him work the little hooks. The thong fell away in his hands, and he tossed it on the end of the bed beside her skirt. Then his hands came back to flatten on her hips and smooth down toward her mons. He chuckled in her ear, his body heat enclosing her as he cupped one big hand between her thighs, giving her a little squeeze.
“You watching me touch you, Petal?” he asked, sounding amused.
“Uh-huh.” Oh God, his hand felt so good there, holding her tight, possessing her. And it looked amazing. So big and powerful against her feminine softness.
“Good. Next time, I’ll watch.” He let her go, and she heard him unfasten his pants, and the small rip of a package. A condom.
He smacked her ass again. “Get up on the bed there, sweetheart. Hands and knees. That’s right, push that pretty ass out at me, and show me that pretty blonde pussy. Damn, I wanted to do this when you were lying across my lap out there. I know you needed that spanking, and I’ll always give you what you need, Petal, but I’ve been waiting to fuck you.”
Daisy sputtered wordlessly even as she let him position her on the mattress on her hands and knees. She’d needed that spanking? Why the big, arrogant a-hole.
Then he put one hand on her hip and held her steady while something hot and firm—oh, God, his cock—stroked into her swollen labia and then pushed inside.
“Oh,” she gasped. “Oh, Dack, I don’t
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