Page 44 of His Princess Brat
Three fingers made her tighten and catch her breath.
“Push back,” I told her. “You want Daddy’s cock in you. Say it.”
“I want Daddy’s cock.” She moaned, low and needy, and my fingers went right up inside her.
Gripping the belt around her waist, I fucked her with my hand, gently at first, slowly intensifying each pump until her body gave up and accepted it.
Her gasps were coming faster, her thighs quivering uncontrollably.
“I want Daddy’s cock,” she pleaded. “Please...”
“Do you like this?”
“Daddy... please... I like this!”
“Play with your clit. Rub hard and fast, just like Daddy would and don’t stop, or I’ll take that crop to your ass and you won’t sit for a week. Not even on velvet pillows.”
She sobbed, swiping one hand off the rough stall wall. Her body tensed as she obeyed, but two sharp slaps on her welted bottom put a stop to that.
I slammed my fingers back up inside her, and she shouted, but her wail was all pleasure and I felt no resistance in her body at all.
“You’re going to feel a little pinch, but you’re going to keep playing with your clit and you’re going to push back against me, opening your ass right up. Do that, and Daddy’s going to make you come.” I grabbed my cock, lining up to her willing bottom hole. “Because you’ve been a good girl, haven’t you? You deserve to come with Daddy’s cock in your ass, isn’t that right?”
She moaned, nodding and shaking, her pussy twitching in the preliminary throes of her next climax.
“Say it.”
“Let me come on Daddy’s cock,” she begged.
I smacked her bottom. “Say it right, or it stops right here and I won’t give you another orgasm for the rest of my visit.”
Her cry was utter loss and dismay, and no small amount of embarrassment. “I deserve to come with Daddy’s cock in my ass. Please... can you just do it n—”
I slid into her slowly, stopping when she cried out. For the first time, I heard the slight inflection of pain in her voice, and yet it was her greedy hips that did the thrusting for me, impaling herself on me in a single shove.
“No! No! Yes!” Her little body erupted in quivering spasms that tightened on me like a fist.
I couldn’t have held still if I wanted to. I slammed into her. Once... twice... and came hard, my own guttural cry rough and wordless. And she just kept moving. Bouncing on me, writhing as she rode the waves of her shuddering orgasm until I finally took her busy fingers off her naughty clit.
We leaned against the wall, panting. Shaking. My cock gradually softened until it slipped back out of her amidst a gush of my own semen.
“I...” Twisting back her head, Pita smiled at me. “I deserve to come with Daddy’s cock in my ass more often.”
“Oh. My. God.”
We both startled at the unexpected sound of that familiar female voice. I snapped around, belatedly yanking my pants up and trying to shield Pita from view, but there was no point locking the barn door now. That proverbial horse was well and truly running for the hills. Bethany stood with nothing but her head and shoulders peeking at us over the stall door. Her eyes and ears had taken everything in with malicious glee.
Pita grabbed for her dress. I tried to grab Bethany over the door, but she, like the metaphorical horse, took off running. She had bolted from the stables before I could get out of the stall.
I could hear her laughing the entire way back to the palace. No doubt already searching for someone to tell.
