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I don’t know, but I can say based on a great deal of experience that he’s the best at cock sucking I’ve ever had. I’m gonna need to up my game.
“Gonna … gonna come, Daddy. Don’t want to … yet.” That news shocks me as much as it does him. He pops his mouth off, licking up the shaft.
“Yeah, does my princess wanna draw this out?” I nod. “We don’t have time, but it’s your reward. You can save it for later.”
I groan. Telling him to stop now is the equivalent of stopping a roller coaster after it’s gone over the drop. “But can’t you just give me two rewards?”
He strokes my cock slowly, gripping my balls. “’Fraid not. Isn’t how this works.”
Fucking dammit. “Now, I want it now.” I might regret that later, but I won’t survive the bus ride home.
“Good choice.”
His mouth covers my cock again. I don’t last, I’m too pent-up, and even if I wasn’t, Luke knows the secret magic that undoes me. My lungs want to scream, but I somehow have the wherewithal to keep it to mild moaning. Hot cum spurts straightdown his throat, and I fight the urge to shut my eyes. I want to see him suck me dry.
Cum seems to pump out of me forever, but he’s unfazed, sucking it down like it’s a damn milkshake.
Impressive.
I’m so perplexed by him, and having-my-cock-sucked drunk, that all I can do is stare at the big man. He stands, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He uses the thumb of that same hand to smooth over my cheek.
“Manners, princess,” he says without missing a beat.
“Uh, um, thank you, Daddy,” I say, kinda starstruck if I’m telling the truth.
Breathe, Ace, breathe. Why can’t I breathe?
Luke notices, pulling me toward him. My torso collides with his, and my arms automatically wrap around him. Now that I’m touching him, it only takes a few slow breaths to calm my racing heart.
“You should return before you’re missed,” he murmurs.
He’s right, but some deep instinct claws its way to the surface, sinking invisible talons into Luke.
I don’t get it. This was supposed to just be some super-hot sex stuff, but something else is happening. Something I don’t know if I’m ready for, but now that I’ve discovered it, I don’t know if I can live without it.
“I’ve got one more thing to do, though.” He runs his thumb over my lips. “Palms on the desk, stick that ass out.”
Shit. Is he gonna…? Yep. I’m getting a spanking, but it’s not for punishment, it’s not even for sex.
As soon as I’m in position, Luke flips up my towel and his mammoth hand caresses my backside like it’s precious. “You belong to Daddy, princess. I’m gonna make sure you feel it all the way home.”
“But we’re not going home until?—”
He raises a brow. He knows we have the game in Tacoma tonight before we head back. He knows what he fucking said.
Crack!
His hand smacks down over and over again. Those firm spanks hit someplace deep, and as much as my ass is truly being lit on fire, every spank brightens my insides, stretching a smile onto my face. He spanks longer than I expected, but somehow, it’s not long enough. I go through moments where I almost hope he’ll stop, and ones where I hope he’ll never stop. I could let him spank me all day.
It’s almost as if spanking’s a language of its own.
When he’s finished, my ass buzzes and I feel so much fucking better. He pulls me to his torso from behind, trapping me in his big arms. “Does that smile mean it was enough to remember me by?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
A hand trails up my abs, pinching my nipples. Fucking hell, I’m horny again, and feeling so … his.
“I’m having a hard time keeping my hands off you.”
