pleasure. He continued to thrust to varying depths before always withdrawing at the exact moment before she lost control.
The act of love became a dance, with his leading and her following. She bent forward, her lips finding his chest in a kiss as she rotated her hips, her body desperate for release and her heart desperate to obey his wishes. It was both exquisitely delicious and bordering on painful as her release was denied time and time again. She had just about decided that a spanking would be worth being allowed to fall into the abyss when he pulled her down and cupped her face, kissing her gently.
"Good girl, now come with me." He began to slam into her as he took full control, claiming her for his own and within a dozen strokes, she could feel him tensing and her explosion moving past the point of no return. She cried out his name as he cried hers and they came together in the ultimate bliss of pleasure.
Her body was still contracting, the walls of her cunny caressing his cock until he'd spilled every drop of his seed within her. He didn't pull out as she bent forward, collapsing like a rag doll. It was one of her favorite positions, as it allowed her to rest her cheek on his broad chest, her ear over his heart. She loved hearing it gradually slow as he regained his composure.
"I love you, Papa," she said softly as he wrapped his arms around her, his hand stroking through the strands of her hair.
"I love you more than I can ever say, kitten."
She smiled and lifted her head long enough to place a kiss where her ear had been pressed. "Even though I'm often naughty?"
His large hand moved to stroke against her bottom cheeks, fingers tracing the slightly raised wheals placed there by his hand wielding the cane. "Lucille, I will love you every moment for the rest of my life, no matter how naughty you might be." She squealed when his hand lifted and cracked against her right cheek. "Besides, we both know exactly what naughtiness will earn you, don't we?"
"Yes, sir." Lucy couldn't help but squirm as his fingers unerringly found each and every mark left by the thin, wicked rod. Though she'd just found her pleasure, her body instantly began to climb to that peak again. When she began to rock her hips once more, her husband smiled.
"What a wonderfully wanton woman I wed."
"I'm sorry, Papa," she whispered, her hips stilling as her face flushed. His answer was to roll her onto her back and bend over her until his lips were a fraction away from hers.
"Never be sorry for who you are, my love. You are exactly how you should be. A little naughty and yet a very good girl." He pulled away from her, only to press back inside. "And a little bashful about what pleasures you seek but so responsive that it brings me great pleasure to give you the explosions you desire."
"Are you sure you wouldn't prefer me to be just the good girl?"
"No, kitten," he replied, moving to sit back and using his hands to lift her arse off the mattress, squeezing a bit until she gave a soft yelp. "Who in their right mind would want boring when they could have a beautiful sassy girl to keep them on their toes?"
Her giggle was stifled when he pressed his lips to hers. The kiss began softly but by the time she was released in order to draw breath, his cock was once again thrusting into her and she was moving her body to match his every movement as if the two had become one.
"Keep your eyes on mine," he ordered. "I love watching your eyes when you come."
Violet blue eyes met his and when she asked for permission to take her pleasure, he gave it. Within minutes, she was exploding for the second time, her legs wrapped around his waist, her hands on his shoulders as her body contracted again and again, the ripples in her quim pulling him deeper until he, too, tensed and came. No matter how many times she was taken by this man, she would never feel like it was enough. He stirred her body, her heart, and her soul each and every time.
When he rolled onto his
The act of love became a dance, with his leading and her following. She bent forward, her lips finding his chest in a kiss as she rotated her hips, her body desperate for release and her heart desperate to obey his wishes. It was both exquisitely delicious and bordering on painful as her release was denied time and time again. She had just about decided that a spanking would be worth being allowed to fall into the abyss when he pulled her down and cupped her face, kissing her gently.
"Good girl, now come with me." He began to slam into her as he took full control, claiming her for his own and within a dozen strokes, she could feel him tensing and her explosion moving past the point of no return. She cried out his name as he cried hers and they came together in the ultimate bliss of pleasure.
Her body was still contracting, the walls of her cunny caressing his cock until he'd spilled every drop of his seed within her. He didn't pull out as she bent forward, collapsing like a rag doll. It was one of her favorite positions, as it allowed her to rest her cheek on his broad chest, her ear over his heart. She loved hearing it gradually slow as he regained his composure.
"I love you, Papa," she said softly as he wrapped his arms around her, his hand stroking through the strands of her hair.
"I love you more than I can ever say, kitten."
She smiled and lifted her head long enough to place a kiss where her ear had been pressed. "Even though I'm often naughty?"
His large hand moved to stroke against her bottom cheeks, fingers tracing the slightly raised wheals placed there by his hand wielding the cane. "Lucille, I will love you every moment for the rest of my life, no matter how naughty you might be." She squealed when his hand lifted and cracked against her right cheek. "Besides, we both know exactly what naughtiness will earn you, don't we?"
"Yes, sir." Lucy couldn't help but squirm as his fingers unerringly found each and every mark left by the thin, wicked rod. Though she'd just found her pleasure, her body instantly began to climb to that peak again. When she began to rock her hips once more, her husband smiled.
"What a wonderfully wanton woman I wed."
"I'm sorry, Papa," she whispered, her hips stilling as her face flushed. His answer was to roll her onto her back and bend over her until his lips were a fraction away from hers.
"Never be sorry for who you are, my love. You are exactly how you should be. A little naughty and yet a very good girl." He pulled away from her, only to press back inside. "And a little bashful about what pleasures you seek but so responsive that it brings me great pleasure to give you the explosions you desire."
"Are you sure you wouldn't prefer me to be just the good girl?"
"No, kitten," he replied, moving to sit back and using his hands to lift her arse off the mattress, squeezing a bit until she gave a soft yelp. "Who in their right mind would want boring when they could have a beautiful sassy girl to keep them on their toes?"
Her giggle was stifled when he pressed his lips to hers. The kiss began softly but by the time she was released in order to draw breath, his cock was once again thrusting into her and she was moving her body to match his every movement as if the two had become one.
"Keep your eyes on mine," he ordered. "I love watching your eyes when you come."
Violet blue eyes met his and when she asked for permission to take her pleasure, he gave it. Within minutes, she was exploding for the second time, her legs wrapped around his waist, her hands on his shoulders as her body contracted again and again, the ripples in her quim pulling him deeper until he, too, tensed and came. No matter how many times she was taken by this man, she would never feel like it was enough. He stirred her body, her heart, and her soul each and every time.
When he rolled onto his
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