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good girls always get rewarded.”
He did something with his thumb, hooked it up, and hit a sweet spot inside her she never knew existed. The orgasm slammed into her, her back arching as she tried to hump his hand with her hips.
“There you go, sweetheart,” he softly encouraged. “I own you. I own your orgasms, I own your pain. I control it all. I want to give you as much pleasure as you can take and then some.”
Something about the way he had his thumb pressing inside her, combined with his fingers massaging her clit, kept her orgasm rolling and boiling through her.
The red-hot ass added something, too.
He kept the hand in her hair, holding her in place as he massaged her clit and her pussy, her tears now ones of pleasure. The way her nipples chafed against the bedspread only added to the intensity.
“Every punishment will always be followed by pleasure, sweetheart. I promise. But you don’t need to act out to get me to reward you. If I catch you ever doing that, you’ll remember it because I’ll use my belt on your ass.”
That thought triggered yet another wave of pleasure she had to moan and writhe her way through across his lap.
“Hmm. You really seem to like that idea,” he said, sounding amused. “You might have some masochist in you, baby. That would be perfect for both of us.” His hand sped up. “Just think, me coming home at night to fuck that sweet mouth of yours to get me nice and hard before I give you your spanking and then fuck your brains out. Showing you every day how much I love you.”
She’d never come this hard, this long. Never. And she had—before—never had any problems rubbing one out if she was horny, either. This was the first time since then that she’d felt desire.
Fisting the covers, she moaned her way through her orgasm, the stinging in her ass already fading as she rode Ross’ hand.
“I’m going to marry you, baby,” he said. “I’m going to make you mine, and you and I are getting our happy ending. I’m going to spend the rest of our lives together taking care of you and keeping you happy. Understand?”
“Yes…Sir!”
“Such a good girl.” He did something else, changed position with his hand, and it felt like her world exploded in bright, sparkling shards of light. She bit down on the covers to stifle the scream of pleasure before she realized Ross was chuckling.
“Oh, baby. You’re a squirter. You just soaked my jeans.” She was panting, still recovering as he pulled her up off his lap and kissed her. “Go get some towels before we soak your mattress.” He turned her around and delivered a swat to her ass, getting her moving.
She could barely think, much less walk, but she made it to the closet and grabbed towels. When she returned to the bedroom, he had the bedspread pulled off and on the floor, and was stripping. The front of his jeans were soaked with a large, wet spot.
He pointed at the bed. “Put them down there,” he said. “Because I plan on fucking at least one more out of you, and we’re not going to ruin your mattress.”
She got them spread out and then he pushed her down, rolling her over onto her back as he climbed on top of her, his cock sliding home deep inside her. He grabbed her hands and held them over her head, pulling her legs up until her ankles were over his shoulders. Like that, he slowly started fucking her.
As she stared up into his eyes, she realized she’d fight anyone who tried to get between him and her. Tooth and nail. To the death, if necessary. Whatever it was about him, she knew they were meant to be together. She’d learn how to make him happy, do whatever he needed to make him happy.
Because making him happy made her happy.
He slowly fucked her, grinding, rubbing against her clit at the bottom of every stroke. “Good grades, baby. I expect you to pull at the very least a B in every class. Understand? Not this semester, because I know it was hard on you. But starting next semester. If you don’t
He did something with his thumb, hooked it up, and hit a sweet spot inside her she never knew existed. The orgasm slammed into her, her back arching as she tried to hump his hand with her hips.
“There you go, sweetheart,” he softly encouraged. “I own you. I own your orgasms, I own your pain. I control it all. I want to give you as much pleasure as you can take and then some.”
Something about the way he had his thumb pressing inside her, combined with his fingers massaging her clit, kept her orgasm rolling and boiling through her.
The red-hot ass added something, too.
He kept the hand in her hair, holding her in place as he massaged her clit and her pussy, her tears now ones of pleasure. The way her nipples chafed against the bedspread only added to the intensity.
“Every punishment will always be followed by pleasure, sweetheart. I promise. But you don’t need to act out to get me to reward you. If I catch you ever doing that, you’ll remember it because I’ll use my belt on your ass.”
That thought triggered yet another wave of pleasure she had to moan and writhe her way through across his lap.
“Hmm. You really seem to like that idea,” he said, sounding amused. “You might have some masochist in you, baby. That would be perfect for both of us.” His hand sped up. “Just think, me coming home at night to fuck that sweet mouth of yours to get me nice and hard before I give you your spanking and then fuck your brains out. Showing you every day how much I love you.”
She’d never come this hard, this long. Never. And she had—before—never had any problems rubbing one out if she was horny, either. This was the first time since then that she’d felt desire.
Fisting the covers, she moaned her way through her orgasm, the stinging in her ass already fading as she rode Ross’ hand.
“I’m going to marry you, baby,” he said. “I’m going to make you mine, and you and I are getting our happy ending. I’m going to spend the rest of our lives together taking care of you and keeping you happy. Understand?”
“Yes…Sir!”
“Such a good girl.” He did something else, changed position with his hand, and it felt like her world exploded in bright, sparkling shards of light. She bit down on the covers to stifle the scream of pleasure before she realized Ross was chuckling.
“Oh, baby. You’re a squirter. You just soaked my jeans.” She was panting, still recovering as he pulled her up off his lap and kissed her. “Go get some towels before we soak your mattress.” He turned her around and delivered a swat to her ass, getting her moving.
She could barely think, much less walk, but she made it to the closet and grabbed towels. When she returned to the bedroom, he had the bedspread pulled off and on the floor, and was stripping. The front of his jeans were soaked with a large, wet spot.
He pointed at the bed. “Put them down there,” he said. “Because I plan on fucking at least one more out of you, and we’re not going to ruin your mattress.”
She got them spread out and then he pushed her down, rolling her over onto her back as he climbed on top of her, his cock sliding home deep inside her. He grabbed her hands and held them over her head, pulling her legs up until her ankles were over his shoulders. Like that, he slowly started fucking her.
As she stared up into his eyes, she realized she’d fight anyone who tried to get between him and her. Tooth and nail. To the death, if necessary. Whatever it was about him, she knew they were meant to be together. She’d learn how to make him happy, do whatever he needed to make him happy.
Because making him happy made her happy.
He slowly fucked her, grinding, rubbing against her clit at the bottom of every stroke. “Good grades, baby. I expect you to pull at the very least a B in every class. Understand? Not this semester, because I know it was hard on you. But starting next semester. If you don’t
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