Chapter 13 #4
I’m pressing past her unwilling muscles. It’s so fucking tight. The tip is all the way in and it feels amazing. Her ass tilts up just the littlest bit, telling me it’s feeling good to her. I push gently. She’s so tight, her muscles stretching to welcome me. I push a little further. She moans.
The sight of her, stretched out on the bed. The way my cock looks going into her ass. I give her bottom a slap. She squeals. I push in further. Her fingers grab at the covers and she’s burying her face in them. I ask her if it feels good.
She can’t speak but she gives a nod and a moan of pleasure. I thrust my cock hard, giving her ass my full length.
She calls my name. I pull my hips back and thrust again.
She is squirming and panting, the sensation taking over her.
Her ass tightens around my cock. I groan.
I can’t last much longer. I pull back and thrust again.
I give her ass another slap. My cock is throbbing, my balls tightening.
I feel feverish, drenched in sweat. I close my eyes and behind my lids is a bright light.
“Carter, I think I’m going to come but it feels so different… I… I…”
“Come, baby girl. Come for me.” I thrust again and again, my hips rocking, my hands holding her, guiding her. She’s calling my name. Her ass locks around me like a vise.
I’m nothing but cock in ass as my entire body experiences the tightening tension of my impending orgasm.
She’s coming, and my cock is pulsing. It’s like an explosion and I’m filling her tight little ass with my seed. I give another thrust, groaning and every muscle in my body tenses, then relaxes. A soft, glowing contentment washes over me.
I’m completely spent.
I pull out from her, grab her. I sit on the bed, pulling her onto my lap. She’s dripping with me and her, slick on my leg.
She wants to stand. Her ass is so sore.
Not happening.
I give her a stern look, bringing her back down onto my thigh with the sound of our skin slapping together.
She winces, then gives me a long, adoring look. She’s kissing me, her hands tangling in my hair. She pulls back, looking at me as if I’m a god. “Oh, Carter. I’ve never felt anything like that. It was amazing.”
I position her so she’s straddling me once more. I grab underneath her thighs. Her legs wrap around my waist, her slick cunt pressed up against me. I stand up and her legs lock around me.
She loves to be carried.
Her hands wrap around my neck. I transport her as she giggles, straight into our huge, double-headed shower. I warm the water, then guide her beneath the stream. Put her down gently. She holds her head back, the water cascading over her.
She looks like a goddess. Dark hair running down her back with the water. Her small breasts high and proud, nipples still at attention from our lovemaking.
I wash her hair, her breasts, her red ass, her perfect little cunny.
When we’re both clean, I towel dry her off. Even in between her toes. We go back into the bedroom. Her white panties are waiting on the bed. She knows I’m going to make her wear them. She bites her bottom lip and looks to me.
My heart wells. God, I love this woman. I smile at her, kiss the top of her head. I sit down on the bed. She stands before me, waiting.
This is our little ritual.
I take the panties, opening the leg hole by her feet.
Her hands are on my shoulders. She lifts her right foot, putting it through the opening.
Her foot goes back to the floor and she steps into the other side that I am holding for her.
I pull the panties up her thighs. Up over her bottom.
Over her hips. I snap them into place. The little pink bow stares back at me.
My hands go to her bottom. I pull her toward me. I kiss her stomach. I run my hands over the ruffles on her spanked bottom.
I look up at her. She’s staring down at me, a look of love and adoration on her face.
My sweet girl.
I tell her to go get dressed. I’m finished telling her what to do for the moment. What she does next needs to belong to her.
She can’t wear her beloved spandex over these panties—the ruffles would show. Instead, she puts on a short, athletic tennis dress. One that I can easily flip up anytime I want to. And catch a glimpse of those pretty panties.
The ones I’ve made her wear.
She’s soft and sweet and once we’re both dressed, she comes over to the bed where I’m sitting, checking my phone for email.
She sits on my lap. I wrap one arm around her waist.
My good girl.
She has her phone in her hand. She gives me a sweet little smile as she calls Paige.
Sasha calls Paige before I can say another word.
“I owe you an apology,” she says. “You didn’t steal my place.
I was scared you fit here better than I do, and I made that your problem.
” She listens, then laughs softly. “Yes, I was being a little bitchy. Thank you for understanding it.” By the time the call ends, she has offered to help with everything Paige actually wants help with—not the wedding Sasha would plan for her, but Paige’s wedding. They make plans to have lunch together.
When she hangs up, Sasha looks at me. “You didn’t make me do that.”
“No.”
“Good.” She smiles. “I needed to know I could choose better on my own.”
My very, very good girl.