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“Then tell me you’re done,” he says, rubbing my ass with his hand. “Tell me you don’t want a spanking, and don’t want me to fuck you again.”
I don’t even think about saying it. I whimper and move in unison with his hand.
“That’s what I thought,” Massimo says, squeezing my ass.
The first stinging slap makes me gasp.
But he’s just getting started.
CHAPTER 25
Massimo
I’ve given in to Lea in every way.
And I can’t get enough.
She’s on her knees with a fresh handprint blooming on her ass. My seed is leaking out of her and mixing with the intoxicating arousal that drips down her thighs. She’s been claimed, marked, and I still want more. My cock throbs to attention as I rub the curve of her ass and deliver another hard slap.
“Ow,” Lea whimpers, her toes curling and her feet kicking against the mattress.
“I told you what you have to say,” I remind her, kneading the stinging flesh before spanking her again.
Lea groans and nods. Her hips rise and fall, then she leans forward, pressing her chest to the mattress so that her ass is sticking out—just like a good girl is supposed to.
“I-I was a really naughty girl today,” she relents, moving her ass against my hand. “So naughty that I need to be punished again.”
“Tell me what you did, naughty girl,” I demand, giving her a firm slap across both cheeks for motivation.
“Ow, ow, ow!” she squeals, her hips bucking as the sting reverberates through her.
“I teased you while I was on my knees,” she whimpers, and I give her a few stinging slaps. “And I took off my swimsuit to tease you again!”
“You sure did,” I growl, spanking her several times for it.
“Ah! Then I disobeyed you by not putting it back on,” she whines. “And took your swimsuit off, too.”
“Naughty girl,” I scold, spanking her a few more times before grabbing the base of my cock. “You did all of that because you wanted me to fuck your tight little pussy, didn’t you,bambina?”
“Yes, sir,” she whimpers.
“And I said you were going to get what you asked for,” I growl, lining up with her slick entrance and pushing into her.
“Oh, god!” she cries out.
Lea is so tight it makes my entire body go rigid when I feel her squeeze my cock. I’m making up for lost time, and time I’ll never have, but I can’t get enough of her. She’s turned my world upside down and made me question everything. I want her to be mine in every way, but since that isn’t possible, I want enough to go to the grave with a smile on my face.
I nudge my hardness deep into Lea’s tight pussy and start thrusting. Once I get a rhythm going and hear a symphony ofpleasurable moans, I start spanking her. I alternate between stinging swats and hard thrusts, keeping her on the edge of pleasure and pain.
Every time I slap her ass, she clenches so hard it makes my cock throb. It feels too good to stop, even when the redness blooms across the surface of her sunburnt bottom. Her gasps and groans of pleasure tell me she isn’t suffering. She’s not in distress. She’s lost in the same ecstasy I am, where pain and pleasure turn into something beautiful.
I fuck her until I feel her get close to an orgasm, then I spank it away before the rhythm of thrusts resumes. She’ll come when I’m ready to let her.
“Ow, ow! I was so close!” she squeals, her toes kicking the mattress.
“I could tell,” I tease, squeezing her hips while I thrust into her. “But you didn’t ask permission like a good girl.”
“You didn’t tell me I had to!” she protests. “Oh, god, Massimo—please let me come!”
