Page 26 of Saving St. Nicolas

I smack her ass again, then say, “If it becomes too much for you to handle say the word, but I’ll only stop if you say Pineapple,” I tell her with a chuckle.

I alternate between her ass cheeks as I continue to spank her ass a little more, feeling her pussy juices soaking onto my pants. I grab her hair and pull her head up, kissing her mouth with a dominating force. When I pull back, her lips are swollen, and her eyes are completely dilated with want and need.

I lift her up off my lap and lay her on the bed, opening her legs and getting between those thighs. I need to taste her pussy, my mouth watering, remembering the last time I ate her out in the shower.

I open her lips and swipe my tongue, tasting her juices before thrusting my tongue in her heat and fucking her with my tongue. Her body bucks up, as she throws her head back and clinches tightly to the blanket on the bed.

I wrap my arms around her legs and pull her closer to me, wanting and taking everything she has to give. I want all her orgasms, and I plan on making her scream my name until her voice is hoarse.

I can feel her walls tightening, and I know she’s close to her first orgasm, but I want her to beg, so I slow my thrusts with my tongue.

“Oh my God, Mike, please, I need to come, please,” she begs.

I continue my slow assault on her pussy until she’s thrashing and begging, then I fuck her deep and hard with my tongue until her juices flood my mouth, and then I start over. She’s going to learn she belongs to me.

Once I’ve wrung three orgasms from her with my mouth, I climb up her body and thrust my cock inside her while she’s still in the aftershocks of her last orgasm.

“Oh my God,” she calls out.

“You should start saying my name, Spitfire. God could never make you come this many times,” I tell her as I pound into her tight pussy.

I lean down sucking on her nipple, before moving to the next and showing it the same amount of attention.

“Mike, more,” Riley calls out, as her fingers ding into my back, while meeting my thrusts with her own.

“You want more, Spitfire, or you want deeper?” I ask, as I push deeper into her.

“Oh, yes, that, deeper.”

“Hmmm, yes, so fucking deep and good. I could fuck your pussy all day,” I whisper in her ear, while holding her hips down so I thrust into her deeper and deeper.

“OH, MIKE, OH,” she screams out and I love hearing my name leave her lips.

I lean down and kiss those lips. Listening to the sound of our bodies slapping against each other, sweat coating both our bodies. I feel her walls tighten, squeezing my cock, and I know I’m going to come with her this time.

“MIKE!” she screams out, as her orgasm pulls us both over.

“RILEY!” I roar out at the same time.

I lay on top of her, both of us catching our breath, before I take her lips in a kiss.

I roll over onto the bed next to her, still breathing hard.

“Where is this going, Mike?” she asks after a few minutes.

“I thought I made that perfectly clear, Riley,” I say.

“No, no, you haven’t. You broke into my house, which I want to know how, telling me I’m yours, then ‘punished’ me, before you fucked me boneless, but no, you have not made anything perfectly clear,” she says, and I chuckle.

“Your ass looked so pretty pink from my punishment,” I say.

“And now you deflect. I don’t think you are serious about anything,” she says, getting up from the bed and heading to the bathroom.

I get up and follow her, cornering her at the bathroom counter between my arms. “I’m not deflecting, I was reminiscing, but to answer your question, I meant what I said, Riley, you are mine. I’m a possessive asshole when it comes to you, I always have been.”

“You are full of shit, Mike,” she spits out.

“Oh, you think so? The first time I felt possessive over you was when you were fifteen and got in the car talking about meeting some football player at the fair. I wanted to find that son of bitch and kill him.”

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