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“Wh-what are you doing?” she asks.

“Spanking the disobedience out of you.” I slide her legs apart, and Crow practically trips all over himself to scramble across the couch and get the shot.

“Tennessee,” she warns, but quickly shuts up when I plunge my fingers inside her again. She squirms against me, and then I remove my fingers and smack her ass hard. Tink squeals. Her arms and legs thrash in a pretty good impersonation of her namesake. I chuckle and smooth the pink flesh beneath my palm. Then I dip my fingers along her seam and toy with her clit until her thighs are shaking. When she’s close, I drive two fingers inside her and watch her fall over the edge. Her pussy grips me, squeezing tight as wave after wave of her orgasm rolls through her. “Did your tight little cunt like that, darlin’?”

“Yeah,” she pants and clears her throat. “Yes.”

“Well, your ass is not gonna like this.”

“What? Ow!” She shifts as I spank her cheeks, attempting to block my blows with her hands. I grab her arms and pin them so she can’t obstruct my access to her ass. When she won’t stop thrashing, I smack her pussy, and she stills and cries out.

“Oh, you like that, huh?” I ask.

“No!” she screams.

“No?”

“No.”

“Okay, get up. We’re done here.”

I expect her to scramble off my lap, but she hesitates, and I drop my thumb to her clit and rub delicate little circles around it and down her lips, teasing and massaging her engorged pussy.

“Oh,” she breathes.

“You’re so fucking wet. Look at this pussy, slippery and hungry for my fat cock. Is that what you want? Me filling you up? Using every fucking greedy hole you have?”

She nods, but I smack her again. “Use your fucking words.”

“Yes. God, yes.”

“Yes what, my dirty little whore?”

“Oh ... yes ...” She pauses again, and I can tell she doesn’t know how to address me.

“You can call me Daddy,” I say with a grin. I expect my little violent feminist to protest at that, to get up, punch the shit out of me and walk away, but she doesn’t.

She cocks her head and bites her bottom lip. “Yes, Daddy.”

Well, fuck. Now she’s done it.

I pull her hair and her mouth opens in the most fuckable little “O” that I’ve ever seen. Does she even have any idea how goddamn gorgeous she is? With a yank on her hair, I pull her to her feet and grab my cock with my free hand. “Get on your knees, baby girl. I wanna see those pretty eyes as I fuck your mouth with my cock.”

Tink settles between my legs and takes me in her hands. I fist my hand in her hair again and push her head closer. She wraps those lips around my crown, and I groan. I can’t even shut my eyes because I don’t want to miss a goddamn second of those baby blues watching me as her wet, hot mouth slides up and down my shaft.

My balls draw in close to my body, and I almost fucking lose my shit when she takes them in one hand and tugs. I pull her up and slide my fingers through her sleek cunt. If possible, she’s even wetter than she was before.

“Does that make you hot, sucking my dick?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Jesus, you’re so fuckin’ gorgeous, baby girl.” I grab her hand and help her to her feet, and then I pull her toward me. “Now, get on up here and let Daddy fill you with his big, fat cock.”

She climbs into my lap, but I turn her so she’s facing the rest of the room and pull her back against my front, wrapping my arms around her. She guides me inside her sweet pussy, and I slide in and out slowly, letting her body adjust to me. Then I piston my hips and pump her pussy, giving it to her the way I’ve wanted to since the day we met. I use her body, wrap her up tight, and fuck her goddamn brains out. I rub her clit with my fingers, and she screams her release as she squirts. Her pussy juices gush all over me and the goddamn couch. I come so deep inside her I don’t know how to extricate myself. I do, though, because Crow is fucking all up in our shit with his camera, looking for his money shot. I slide free of her body, even though I have no desire to go anywhere, and I slap my cock against her ruined cunt. She jerks. Her whole fucking body trembles as she catches her breath.

“Sorry for ruining your couch,” I say to Tyra.

“Don’t worry about it. We have fabric protection for that very reason. Ruin can’t keep his hands to himself, which makes Netflix that much more interesting.”

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