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“You on my lap in your panties?” I questioned, though I knew she was talking about the idea of spanking. “I love it.” Dipping my thumb under the seam of her panties, I pushed it between her thighs to find her dripping center, she was soaked already. “And spanking you—” I moaned as I pushed my thumb into her and then circled her clit with it. Her thighs widened, and she arched her back, presenting her ass just the slightest bit for me. “I think we’re both going to enjoy it, Dove.”
“Spank me, Zeke.” She begged, curling her fingers into fists and bracing as she shimmied in my lap. “Please, I’m begging you.”
“No.” I mused, torturing us both. “Not until you’re so delirious with need that you don’t know any better.”
“Zeke.” She whined and then moaned when I changed the angle of my thumb, replacing it with my finger and pushed it into her pussy, going deeper. “Mmh, okay.” She gasped, “Whatever you say, just don’t stop that.”
Sliding her panties down over her ass until they tangled around her knees, I used my fingers to spread her cheeks apart so I could watch my fingers disappearing into her body. What a fucking privilege it was to be inside of her, any part of my body, it didn’t matter. I just wanted to exist inside her pretty pink pussy.
I curled my finger inside of her while playing with her clit, making her wiggle and shift on my lap. “Tell me how that feels.”
“Like I’m going to burst into flames.” She moaned, “Like my skin is on fire.”
“What do you want?”
“You to spank me. And then fuck me.” She gasped. “Or hell, fuck me and spank me at the same time, I don’t care. I just want to come.”
“Are you ready?” I asked, using my free hand lazily to palm her plump ass cheek.
“Yes!” She all but screamed at me, and I grinned as I laid my palm down in a sharp slap across the supple flesh. I didn’t go easy on her, that wasn’t what she wanted. She wanted to be spanked by a real man, to find pleasure from it. So, I started rough, and I could always lighten up if needed.
“Fuck yes!” She groaned, fisting the couch and pushing back into my hand. “Again.”
“Beg for it.”
“Please, Daddy, again!”
I spanked her again. And again, she let out a guttural groan that sounded like part of her soul was being freed, piece by piece with each spank.
I kept my fingers working on her, pleasing her with the pain so she didn’t slip into her traumatic past, but with every moan and plea for more, I trusted her words more. “I’m so close.” She moaned, looking over at me with wild eyes. “From you. Because of you. For you.”
“That’s it, Dove.” I pulled my fingers free from her body and slid out from under her before laying over her back, letting my big body dwarf hers on the couch. “Beg me for more.”
“Please, I need to feel you, everywhere.”
I ripped my towel off and pressed the tip of my dick between her wet thighs, letting them stroke my cock from root to tip as I teased her before switching my angle and giving her just the head. “You’re such a good girl for me. So fucking perfect.”
“Fuck me, Zeke.” Laila begged, pushing back onto me until I was buried halfway inside of her tight little body. “Just like that,” She purred as she laced her fingers through mine, holding me to her.
I gave it to her, pushing deep into her body and clenching my jaw to keep from biting her shoulder as she gasped and took it. “You take me so perfectly, Laila. This pussy was always meant for me. Your body will only know mine for the rest of forever.”
“Promise me.” She cried, and I pulled back, lifting her hips until she was on her knees, and slammed into her as I spanked her ass for emphasis.
“Mine.” I vowed, and she shot off before the word even died on my lips. Screaming my name in ecstasy as I fucked her harder than I had yet. It was primal and raw, and everything she was craving from me.
And it meant everythingtome.
She meant everything to me, and I would never let her go. Whatever she wanted out of life, was hers. Me included.
Chapter 24 – Laila
It took me a solid four days of psychotic stalking before I found Kade. Four freaking days, even with Zeke and Jed backing my endeavor to find him. Eventually, I’d give him credit for being so elusive and street smart, but all I felt the first time I laid eyes on him again was worry. He looked different.
In a good way. He was clean and had fresh clothes on.
His hair was even cut and styled.
He looked like a normal kid walking down the streets in Shadeport, and not like a street kid, lurking in dark alleys, running shady dealings in the shadows.
