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And again.
And again.
To the point that I’m dripping wet. So turned on, so needy that when he starts moving in and out of me, I squeeze his cock.
“Fuck, Betty. You’re going to... fuck, babe, squeeze harder.”
I squeeze again, but this time when he enters, it hits me in just the right spot so my orgasm shoots up my spine, surprising me. I start coming all over him, my moans mixed with calling out his name.
“Jesus Christ,” he shouts and then stills as I feel him come inside me.
And it’s the best feeling, knowing I have control over him like that and that he can make me come so easily. It’s addicting, and I will continue to feed the addiction for as long as he lets me.
He kisses the back of my neck, then my back, and then slowly pulls out of me while smoothing his hand over my ass. Then he spins me around, picks me up, and carries me to the bathroom to clean up.
He gives me some privacy, and I hear him moving around in the living room followed by the door opening and shutting.
Confused, I wrap my robe around me and go out to the living room, where he comes through the door again, this time with a space heater and the Yeti pack. When his eyes meet mine, he asks, “What’s wrong?”
“Oh, um... I thought that maybe you left without saying bye.”
He chuckles. “Yeah, that would never fucking happen.” He sets his things down and then walks up to me and tilts my chin up. “I don’t want to leave, which means I’d never leave without at least kissing you goodbye.” He kisses me softly. “I love these lips.”
“I love the way you make me feel.”
“Same, Betty.” He then picks up his sweatshirt and hands it to me. “Keep it.” Then he winks and heads toward the door. “I want to see you tomorrow. Make time for me.”
“I will. I’ll come by the farm.”
“Good. Then I’ll come by after work.”
“Sounds good.”
“Have a good night.”
“You too,” I say, feeling so giddy.
He winks again and then takes off, leaving me in a state of falling... and falling hard.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Max
Narrator: Not sure the spanking was necessary but?—
“Hey, excuse me, sorry to interrupt, but just wanted to say the spanking was necessary. She likes it. Also, shout-out to you for the giant erections. Real top-notch. Proud of the both of us.”
Narrator: Um, this is not the time where you butt in.
“Sorry, apologies. Just had to let you know you’re doing a great job. Spankings are necessary. Parents watching a garland hang from my dingle... not necessary.”
Narrator: I don’t know. I think the readers and I think otherwise. Now, please, we have things to accomplish in this story. No more interruptions.
“Right, okay... doing a great job. Two thumbs up.”
Max:I think I might be in love.
Storee:Wait . . . are you serious?
