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“Is hard and sweet an option?”

“Nope,” I say and palm her ass, separating her cheeks to get a better look at her pussy and that tight little asshole. I’ll make that mine one day, too—it’s only a matter of time. But right now, I have about thirty minutes before Chaos is going to be blowing up my phone.

Jupiter straightens as I run my thumb over that puckered hole and down to her slick cunt. I slip my thumb inside, wishing it was my dick, but we don’t have time for that. With my free hand, I cup her ass, smoothing my palm over each perfect cheek. Her flesh breaks out in goose bumps and she writhes against my hand.

I smack her. The sweet sound of flesh upon flesh echoes through the cabin, and her walls tighten around me as she squeezes her thighs together as if to ease the smarting. I spank her again and again; several loud slaps are accompanied by her cries. I ease my thumb out of her pussy and slide two fingers inside. She gasps, her body arching off my lap in sweet torment. I grab a fistful of that soft candy-colored hair and yank her head back. She moans, and I pull my fingers free of her again to spank her curvy red ass some more.

“You like that, honey?” I ask.

“Ye-yeah.”

“What did you say?”

“Yes. God, yes. I like it, Daddy.”

“Good girl. Because if you insist on being a little cocktease, I’m going to damn well punish you for it.”

“If this is punishment, I’ll try harder to be a naughty girl.”

I groan. “Really?”

“Uh-huh. I can be very naughty when I want to be.”

“I don’t doubt that at all, princess. Now, let yourself go. I want to see this pretty pussy squeezing my fingers as if you were milking my dick.” I draw my digits free slowly until she’s arching up and crying out for the loss, and then I slide three back inside and pump vigorously.

Jupiter cries out, her whole body shaking with the violence. Her cunt grips me like a fucking vise, and the squelching of her honey coating my fingers as I pump in and out and the way that delectable fucking body writhes over my knee force all the blood to surge to my dick. My balls ache, begging for release, but I won’t get any satisfaction until I’ve pulled at least one orgasm from her.

She’s a shaking, sweaty mess, begging me to give it to her, to fuck her faster. I keep the same pace because she’s in no position to be giving me orders. I’m also only human. It’s not like I can pump that little pussy any faster. But I do switch up the intensity with which I finger fuck her, switching from rough and fast to slow and torturous.

She gives one last violent shudder and soaks my lap and the fucking floor with her pussy juices. She’s trembling, and a half laugh/half moan escapes her mouth.

“Fuck, darlin’. I should have brought a raincoat.”

She laughs and buries her head in her hands even though she’s still bent over my knee. “Oh my God. If I’d known a man could make me feel like that, I’d have left my garage years ago.”

I slip my fingers free and suck them into my mouth as she climbs off. She tastes like pure fucking heaven, sweet and a little salty, but mostly she tastes like a pussy that I want to eat forever. “Fuck, you’re just so goddamn edible.”

She meets my gaze with a bashful smile, and then she crawls on her hands and knees toward me. Jupiter kneels in the puddle of her juices and glances up at me with wanton eyes. She isn’t worried about getting dirty, and I love that about her. She takes my cock in the palm of her hand, and reaches between her legs, collecting her honey and coating my dick with it.

I groan and stroke the base of her neck with my fingertips, where my thumbs left bruises last night when she woke me from a night terror. “I’m sorry I hurt you.”

She nods and wraps her free hand around the head of my cock, jerking me off with both hands.

“Fuck, Tink.” I swallow hard, trying not to lose my shit and come prematurely. “You should come with a goddamn warning label.”

She grins. “If I did, would you have listened?”

“Probably not. Fuck,” I groan and grab a strand of her hair, rubbing it between my fingers. It’s soft, despite how it’s mussed from sleep and having her bent over my knee. She leans closer and darts out her tongue, licking along my shaft. I grasp a fistful of her hair, but it’s not rough like earlier. I wouldn’t force her to suck me if she didn’t want to. I might fantasize about it later, but in the harsh light of day, I know what I am. Marred by scars, all up in my head, and stuck in a war zone I’ll never escape. Not exactly hot fuck material. Not riding on the back of my bike and wearing my “property of” patch kind of fantasy. I’m the guy you fuck in a dirty alleyway because you don’t want your friends to see. I’m the asshole you take home from a bar and dim the lights for, and Jupiter is A-grade pussy. She’s perfection ... and I’m not.

“Hey, where did you go?” She strokes my dick, sending a bolt of pleasure through me and thrusting me out of my head.

“Nowhere, darlin’. I’m right here, but you don’t have to do this. It ain’t tit for tat.”

She frowns. “And if I want to?”

I tilt my hips in her direction. “Then suck my fat cock and take me deep, honey.”

Her mouth tips up in a seductive grin, and she darts out her tongue to moisten her lips. She looks like a fucking centerfold, kneeling naked at my feet and working my dick like a goddamn pro. Why the hell is this woman still single? And how in the fuck did I get so goddamn lucky?

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