Page 55 of Badges
“Is this what you wanted? Punished?” Tangling my fingers in her damp hair, I thrust hard enough that she gags before I pull back.
She blinks rapidly, her chest heaving over her hands buried between her clenching thighs. “Yes, please,” she pants. “I don’t want to think.” Her pouty swollen mouth purses. “Take care of me?” Those long lashes blink up at me as her lips open obediently.
My thumb trails down the soft skin of her cheek, then traces along her chin before wrapping under her jaw.
When she tilts her head up, exposing more of her long throat to let my fingers coil behind her neck, I know I’m fucked.
She’s giving herself to me.
“I’ll be your daddy, baby girl. But that means you’remine.” I’m done sharing.
I want Elena for myself. Taking care of her needs has become the highlight of my life.
Knowing I can claim her body as well makes my heart race waiting for her answer.
Her small nod caresses my hand. “I’m yours.”
My grip snugs, pulling her to stand. Hovering my lips over hers, I hold back from kissing her.
Not yet.
Her trembling belly brushes the wet tip of my cock, but she stands perfectly still.
“Get on the bed. On your hands and knees.” Letting go of her physically hurts.
But when she complies and sticks her round ass in the air, all of my pain disappears.
“These fucking purple shorts.” Threading my fingers through the back, I hike them up to expose her rounded hips.
And her soaked pussy inside the seam of the crotch.
She moans when I twist my fist into the fabric. I’m sure the hem is rubbing in places I’ve only dreamed about.
Flattening my palm, I crack it over the apex of her thigh. “Teasing me.” Another light smack on the other to match. “Taunting me.”
She gasps, her arms giving out to drop her chest to the blanket, while her arousal dribbles down between her legs.
I can’t resist. Running my finger down the seam, the hot heat of her begging cunt soaks me as she squirms.
The first taste of her does me in. I knew I’d like it.
But now I crave it.
“I’ve been trying,” she whines, rolling her pelvis into my touch. “To make you want me as much as I want you.”
She looses another muffled cry into the mattress when I spank her again.
“Why me?” My question comes out hoarse.
It makes sense I would want her. She’s young, beautiful, sexy, and smart. Her loyalty to her sister is admirable almost to a fault.
But me? I’m twice her age, stubborn, and have no patience for anyone other than…her.
“Because,” she whimpers. “You take care of me like no one ever has before. For the first time, I feel seen. Appreciated.” She trails off until my palm snaps across her reddening ass.
“Wanted!” she cries out, her chin raising. “You make me feel wanted!”
Flattening my hand, I rub slowly over the marks, letting my thumb drift along the snug cotton buried in her pussy.
