Page 76 of Johnny Gun

“What?” he panted.

A smile tugged at her lips. He understood what she had in mind when her fingertips tickled and fondled his balls and slowly moved up his perineum in a mind-blowing caress. She ventured a bit higher, and he growled, “Not yet.”

“Oh, but…” She pouted and he laughed.

“We’ll get there.” He sat up. “But since you’re so curious. I’ll give you a taste.”

Johnny put his arms under her armpits and easily lifted her from the floor. As she squealed, he dropped her on the bed face down. “You know what I want,” he barked. “Show me your ass.”

As she settled on hands and knees, she protested, “Daddy, I wasn’t finished.”

“You are now.” He pushed her leg aside, spreading her butt cheeks wide enough to present her puckered hole. “Sorry, baby girl. My toys are at home. This will do for an intro. Open your mouth. Lick my finger. Get it real wet.” He put his finger in her mouth, and she swirled her tongue around it. Quickly, he took it out, then pressed the tip to the opening of her ass.

“Bear down.”

As she obeyed, her rim relaxed, and his finger slid into her cushioned depths. She arched her neck, making soft mewling sounds.

“Fuck!” he exclaimed. “You’re so hot. Baby, I can’t wait to burymy cock in your sweet ass.” He pumped his finger in and out. “Talk to me. Tell me?”

“Daddy, I…”

“What?” He slapped her butt cheek. “Don’t hold back. I have to know. Is it good? Does it hurt?”

Isolde arched her torso. “It burns,” she said, but the movement had lifted her butt. “I feel invaded, taken in every way. I like it. Give me your cock, Daddy. Hurt me, tear me apart.”

Goodness, passion had taken control of Isolde and erased all her inhibitions. Anal sex brought out the most primal emotions in humans. The level of possession was so thorough and intense, it elicited unrestrained frenzies. Someone, meaning him, had to stay in control.

“I could hurt you, baby. You’re not prepared. Soon. I promise. And you’ll fly.”

Carefully, he slid out his finger and squared his hips behind her butt. Lining up his cock, he dove into her slick sheath. “How’s that?”

“Yes,” she sighed.

He kissed the middle of her back and between her shoulders as he continued to pump hard into her. “Next time, we’ll do double penetration,” he crooned. “You’ll go mad.”

“Whatever you want, Daddy.”

Without stopping, he reached under her in search of her clit. The nub was puffy and warm. Twisting it between his fingers, he tugged and pressed repeatedly. She jerked under him as she clenched around his cock.

“That’s it. Let go, honey.”

“Daddy!” Shouting, she came apart in his arms. He secured her against him as he ejected his last bit of cum into her core.

Both collapsed on the bed.

Johnny had no idea what time it was. He’d come back from Cel’s private area early, then got pleasantly sidetracked. Curled up close to him, Isolde was in a deep sleep. Her cute snores gave her away. He stretched his neck to get situated. Amazingly, Cel’s pink overalls and T-shirt had rolled to one corner of the bed. Shit, if both pieces hadn’t fallen on the floor, his love-making abilities were slacking.

“Come on, baby.” He nudged her shoulder.

“Hmm?”

“We don’t want to blow the day away.”

“Okay.” Smiling, she turned to face him.

He kissed her forehead. “Let’s take a shower.”

“Oh, yes. Where did Cel’s clothes go?”

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