Page 51 of Late to Love

He spanks me again, and again, and again, his grunts blending with mine, until I’m a writhing, needy mess.

“Please, Daddy,” I beg. “I need you.”

“What do you need?” His hand moves between my legs, but nowhere near the area I’m desperate for.

“I need you to fuck me.” I wiggle, desperate for more.

“You’re so sexy like this. Do you know that?” His voice is husky, and I can feel his cock pressing against my side. “So fucking needy, your ass red from my hands. Get on the bed on all fours.”

I hurry to comply, turning my head to watch him undress. I’ll never get over he way he looks, solid muscle on solid muscle. This man has absolutely ruined me for anyone younger.

Hell, he’s ruined me for any other man, period. I have no idea how I’m supposed to be done with him.

“You like what you see?” he asks.

“Fuck yes,” I breathe. He still hasn’t let me do anything to him. “Can I suck you?”

“Shit, baby, when you ask me so prettily like that, your ass in my face…turn around. You can have my cock.”

My pussy throbs again as I reposition myself on the mattress, and I press my legs together to get some relief. He’s tall enough that I stay on my knees, bent over, to lift his cock to my lips. With my eyes firmly glued to his, I lick the precum off the tip, then move my tongue over my lips. I moan. “Thank you.”

His eyes flare.

Then I open my mouth and take him in, slowly, working him as though my mouth can’t take it. But it very much can. I just want to draw this out as long as possible.

“More, Darcy,” he commands.

I take him deeper, listening to his answering groan, then pull away and do it again, hollowing my cheeks as I pull up. Fuck. I need relief. I pop off him.

“You need my cock in that pretty cunt of yours, don’t you?”

I whimper and nod, not caring about anything except getting him inside me.

“Turn around. Give me your ass, baby.”

I obey, but when I move to put myself closer to him, he smacks my ass. I lower my head and moan. “Please.”

He snakes a hand between my legs, finding my clit and barely touching it. I hiss, then wiggle, desperate for any friction. His hand withdraws and I whimper again.

“Please,Daddy. Please. I need your cock inside me. I need you to fill me up.”

One hand grips my hip as he lines himself up behind me. I barely manage to stay still but can’t keep the needy moan inside.

“You want this cock?”

I nod vigorously. “Yes, please, my God,please.”

He thrusts in, hard, and I nearly come right then. The size of him stings for a second, but it only makes the following pleasure that much better.

“Fuck, Darcy. Your cunt is so fucking perfect.” He does it again, harder, both of us moaning. The sounds he makes, low and just as needy as me, send me racing to the edge. More and more he fucks me, both hands on my hips as he gives me what I need—what webothneed.

The only sound in the room is the sound of our sex. Panting. Skin on skin. The thrust of his cock into my dripping wet pussy. I moan, surrendering to him completely, balling the fitted sheet in my hands so hard it pulls off the mattress.

Behind me, Anthony groans. “Your cunt is so good, baby. Made to take this cock.” He shifts and slides his hand up my back, pushing me wordlessly down to the bare mattress. My cheek presses against the rough fabric as he grunts behind me, the angle so deep it’s almost painful.

It’s incredible. Rough, feral,incredible.

“There you go,” he praises. “I can feel you tighten around my cock,” Anthony rasps behind me, not slowing down. “Come for me.”

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