Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 54208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Hawking grabbed a pillow. “Lift your hips for me, Cuddle Bug.”
She turned her head toward him and did as he asked, biting her lip when he tucked the pillow under her tummy. “There. Spread your legs. I don’t want you to squeeze your thighs together while I’m spanking you.”
Her breath hitched as she parted her knees.
“Good girl.” He rubbed her bottom. Damn, her derriere was fine. He could squeeze and look at it all night. But he had a mission.
“It’s going to hurt,” she murmured.
“Nope. Not at first. The key is to build up the pressure gradually. You’ll see.” He set one hand on the small of her back just in case she jumped, lifted his hand from her bottom, and swatted her left cheek.
She flinched.
He did it again on the right side, not hard enough to even sting. Leaning over to her ear, he whispered, “Did that hurt?”
“No, Daddy.”
“See?”
“Well, the jury is still out.” She squirmed under his palm.
He chuckled. “But you’re curious and ready for more, aren’t you?”
“I guess.” She shrugged as if she didn’t care one way or the other.
Hawking gave her another half a dozen swats, peppering both sides with barely enough pressure to have an impact. When she drew her knees together, he stopped and tapped her thighs. “Legs parted, Celeste,” he said, deepening his voice.
A soft moan escaped her lips. She liked this. He would bet money her pussy was wet.
“Good girl.” He resumed spanking her, making sure to cover all her bottom and the upper swell of her thighs.
The next time he stopped to check in with her, she was panting.
“Good?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered. Did she know she lifted her cute bottom to get better contact with his palm?
“More?”
“I guess.”
He had to work hard not to chuckle at her nonchalance as he spanked her a bit harder. Her bottom was turning a nice shade of pink when she started moaning and squirming.
Hawking decided to put her out of her misery and give her the full package. After four more swats, each one harder than the last, he reached between her legs, dragged his fingers through her dripping wet folds, and thrust two of them into her warmth.
Celeste cried out, lifting her head and wiggling as much as she could with his palm holding her down. “Daddy!”
He found her clit next and rubbed it until she stopped breathing altogether. One more stroke over her clit sent her into the stratosphere. Her body seemed to levitate off the bed as she milked his fingers and pulsed against him.
Before the orgasm had a chance to fully die down, Hawking removed his fingers, grabbed her hips, and flipped her onto her back. She was like a rag doll as he maneuvered her so her ass was on the edge of the mattress, her feet hanging off the sides.
Her head was lolling back and forth, her eyes open but seeing nothing.
Hawking grabbed her knees, bent her legs, and pushed them wide apart above her hips. In the next moment, he lowered his mouth to the most precious pussy on earth, dragged his tongue up through her folds, and flicked it over her clit.
Celeste arched her back off the bed as she grabbed for his shoulders. Speechless.
He sucked her clit into his mouth and circled it with his tongue until she was writhing so violently it was hard to hold her steady.
Her hands gripped his shoulders, but her feeble attempts to dislodge him were no match for his determination to give her one more orgasm.
She needed to know. She needed to understand that she could and would be able to come for him without toys. It was an appropriate follow-up to the lesson she’d just received. She could and would enjoy getting her bottom spanked.
“Hawking!” she shouted as she bucked and squirmed. “Oh God.”
He thrust his tongue into her before laving her clit again and then tormenting it with rapid flicks.
Celeste lifted her hips clear off the mattress as she came a third time.
He helped her ride the waves, gradually easing back on the sucks and licks until she began to settle. Finally, he lifted his lips, wiped his mouth on the sheet, and met her gaze.
She was definitely sex-drunk. She had that glassy look he’d been aiming for, the one that said he could spank her and suck her pussy anytime he wanted.
“Are Daddies always right?” she murmured.
“Nope. We do make mistakes, but I expect you to trust me to know your limits and give me the benefit of the doubt that I can take you to new heights.”
“Okay, Daddy.” She lifted her arms and wrapped them around his neck. “Will you please make love to me now?”
“I’d love to, Cuddle Bug.” He grabbed her hips and scooted her to the middle of the bed before yanking open the drawer on his nightstand to retrieve a condom. Suited up, he crawled between her legs and hovered over her.