Page 29 of Untamed
“Fuck, that’s a good girl.” I slap her ass hard, and she rocks over my solid length.
When she whimpers, I slap her ass cheek again. “Don’t stop, Little Brat. Please your daddy.”
Her body tightens on my words, and I smirk as I glide my tongue over her nipple and suck it into my mouth.
“Oh god,” she pants, and grinds over my cock with eagerness.
“That’s it, keep rubbing. Use my cock to get yourself off.” She pushes down harder, faster, and her tits bounce in my face with each greedy move.
Jesus, that’s hot.
Slap.
“Leave a mess on my jeans, Little Brat,” I say through a groan.
Slap.
Her body tightens, and my balls draw up. Her nails dig into my skin as she thrusts her tits into my face, and I suck hard over the plump flesh, determined to leave a mark.
“Oh god, yesss!” she screams into the room. “Yes!”
“Fuck,” I grunt, and my hot cum splashes against my boxers, filling them with my seed and leaving me with one regret.
I didn’t fill her pussy.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
MASSIO
My heart pounds, so I rub my chest.
Jesus, what the fuck is wrong with me? And why the hell am I so desperate to touch her, caress her silky skin, and press delicate kisses on her delectable body?
I’ve never been a slow, tender-loving guy. Hard, fast, and guaranteed pleasure is my signature way to fuck.
My thoughts are of those who have become pussy-whipped, blindsided by a pair of tits and a tight ass.Her ass is utter perfection.
As soon as I come down from my orgasm, I instruct her to bend over the bed. She slides to the floor, and fuck my life, she crawls over to the bed.
My blood pumps with adrenaline, an eagerness to establish our connection. I stand and move behind her, taking in every glorious inch of her. She is bent over the bed, face down with her hands clutching the bedsheets like her life depends on it, and the sight has my cock throbbing, so much so, I have to stroke it to ease the ache.
“Good girl,” I choke out, and step forward.
She shivers, and I delight in it. I stroke her flaming ass cheek, embracing the way she flinches at my touch. The stripes from my belt still mar her skin, and I have an insatiable urge to soothe it. “Good girl,” I coo. “My little brat can behave when she wants to. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
“Louder, Little Brat.” I slap her ass again for good measure, and she lets out a whoosh of air. Fuck me, she’s beautiful and her reactions to me are priceless. Her legs tremble, and I’m convinced I can smell her arousal from here. Just the thought has excitement zipping up my spine.
“Yes, Daddy,” she rushes out, and my heart skips a beat. With my hand on her ass, my body freezes.
Never in my life have I been called daddy until her. Not once. But as I stare down at Thea, I have an entirely different outlook on my original plan.
She’s mine.
This little pink-haired sassy hellion is mine and, fuck me, does she need taming.
She squeezes her eyes closed, her cheeks bright red, and she attempts to bury her face into the bedsheets, but I won’t let her hide from this, from us.
