Page 15 of Dad's Cop Buddy

“Tired? Are you kidding? There’s nothing sexier in the world than the mother of a man’s children. Someone who carries his seed and bears his offspring. No, I’d never tire of that woman. I would treat her like a queen.”

“That’s so sweet and you seem so passionate about it. I’ve never heard anything like that from anyone before.”

“What about you, princess? Could you see yourself loving one man for the rest of your life?”

“A man who loves me and takes care of me? Absolutely.”

The more we talk, the more I feel that Kent is that man. There’s no doubt about it. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. Even after his jealous outburst today. Heck, maybe in part because of his jealous outburst today. I feel like he’s the one for me.

“Are you ready to try my delicious cake?’ he asks, squeezing my leg.

“I don’t know if I can eat another bite. Everything was so good, I think I ate like a pig.”

“You did not. You eat like a little bird. I’ll tell you what. I’ll cut a piece for myself and give you a bite. Deal?”

“Alright.”

He brings the cake to the table and picks up a bite with his fork. He holds it out to me and I take the bite.

“That’s really good,” I murmur.

“Now have a bite with whipped cream,” he says and feeds me another bite.

“That’s even better,” I tell him. He slides the plate in front of me and says, “Eat, baby. You know you want to.”

I grin and take another bite as he watches me.

I finish the whole piece of cake and we move to the sofa. I sit down but Kent hesitates. He stands over me and says, “Tell me again about the guy you were with at lunch today.”

“I told you already. His name is David and I’ve known him since the first grade. We were neighbors.”

“And you and David never kissed? Never made out? Maybe you two experimented a little when you were kids.”

“No, nothing like that, ever. He’s just my friend.”

“Still, I don’t think I can let that kind of behavior stand, little girl.”

“What behavior?”

“You can’t be going around teasing other men like that. I saw the look on that guy’s face. If you asked him, he’d have ripped his clothes off right there in front of you.”

“I don’t believe that,” I pout, wondering if he’s really serious about this.

He stands up and pulls his cuffs from behind him, “Hands behind your back.”

“What?”

“Hands behind your back, now.”

Confused and maybe a little excited, I do as I’m told. Just like that, he cuffs me! He reaches around me from behind and opens the snap on my shorts. I hold my breath as I feel his hands on my bare hips. He removes my shorts and bends me over. I place my hands on the sofa for support and feel him rubbing his hand across my butt. Oh god. His touch sends zaps of electricity down my spine.

Without warning, he smacks me on the ass, and I cry out at the shock and sting. He pauses for a moment, massages my asscheek, and smacks the other side, causing me to lose my breath and making me squirm.

I haven’t been spanked since I was a small child and my greater senses tell me I should be humiliated and offended. And yet… And yet, being spanked by Kent is turning me on. My inner walls clench, and I’m starting to drip.

By the fourth crack on my ass, my pussy is dripping wet and longing for his attention. He slips his hand between my legs and says, “Damn, I think you like this. What a naughty little girl you are.” He sits down on the sofa and pulls me onto his lap. He slides his fingers in and out of me before putting it in his mouth and licking my juices clean. With a smirk, he removes the cuffs and sits me up.

“I can’t wait any longer, baby. I have to have you. I need to know what it’s like to be inside you.”

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