The spanking, an appetizer to the fun, is over. I slide my hand up from her knee to the warmth between her legs. She’s soaked for me. Pressing two fingers to her entrance has her moaning again, louder, deeper than when I was spanking her.
“You like this?” I ask, dipping my middle finger into her pussy up to my second knuckle.
“Yes,” she says breathlessly. I could keep her like this all day, spanking and playing with her, letting her create music for me with her cries and yelps. But her pussy contracts around my finger, and I want to be enveloped in her heat.
I plunge two fingers fully inside and pump in and out of her while she wiggles her hips for me. It’s not too much—no, she’s whining because it’s not enough. She wants the burn and stretch my cock will bring her.
She only needs to ask.
“Do you want something, Dolly?” I grab her ass cheek with my left hand and pull it away. Her asshole peeks up at me between her red globes as her pussy opens wider.
“Ken.” She sucks in air as I bend my fingers, playing with the secret spot inside her that makes her toes curl.
“You have to ask, Dolly.” I grin down at her, even though she’s given up trying to see me. Her hair covers her face as she stares at the floor beneath her.
“Ken, please. Fuck me.” There’s no tremor in her voice, only determination and need.
I remove my fingers from her and flip her off my lap and onto the bed. While she scrambles out of her shirt, I climb out of my clothes. I’m naked, and she’s lying on the bed, propped up on her elbows, watching me like prey waiting to be eaten.
Grabbing her ankle, I pull her closer to the end of the bed before I climb over her. Skin to skin, we lie. I trail kisses up her body, between her breasts, along her jaw, until I reach the tender spot behind her ear. I nip and lick.
Her hands are everywhere on me, feeling me as though she wants to never forget me. She arches upward, kissing my shoulder, framing my face and drawing me back to her until she can press her mouth against mine.
She began, but I will lead. My tongue sweeps past her lips, taking us deeper and harder. My cock presses against her pussy, and I reach between our bodies, rubbing her clit until she breaks free of my kiss to cry out in pleasure. Lining my cock up with her entrance, I look down at her.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met,” I tell her. And it’s not bullshit. Not a line to get down her pants, or a lustful statement to further our libidos. It’s the truth. Plain and simple.
A blush overtakes her cheeks. “I’m just me,” she whispers.
“And you’re everything,” I say, plunging my cock into her hard while taking her mouth in another passion-fueled kiss.
Her warmth surrounds me, pulling me deeper as I begin to thrust. I can’t get enough of her. Her kisses, her touches, her pussy—all of her melds into me as I fuck her harder and harder.
She pulls her legs up, gripping my cock harder.
“Fuck,” I groan, breaking off the kiss and pumping into her faster. “Fuck.”
Her nails dig into my shoulders. “Behind, Ken. Fuck me from behind.”
Any ability I had to argue went out the window the moment my dick slid inside her. I nod so she knows I heard her and slip out. She scrambles to her hands and knees, fitting herself in front of me. Her ass, still pink, wiggles at me while she grins at me over her shoulder.
“Not soft,” she orders, and I almost snap. Yes, ma’am.
Gripping her hips, I don’t waste any time giving my girl what she wants—what she demanded. One thrust, and I’m balls deep inside her. My nails bite her skin as I plow into her.
The bed squeaks, but it’s drowned out by Dolly’s grunts. She grabs the headboard to steady herself as my cock drives into her.
I grip her hair, fisting it and pulling her head back until she’s groaning louder.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” she chants.
Slipping around her waist, I find her clit. She didn’t want gentle, and she’s not going to get it. Not from me.
I’m an asshole.
I want this to hurt.
I want her to take the pain and mold it into something beautiful for me.
Pinching her clit gets a rile from her. She bucks up, but she can’t get away. I release her hair, gripping her bundle of nerves again.
“Ken!” she screams, but not in the horrific way I’ve heard her cry out before. No, she’s doing exactly what I want her to do: she’s accepting it.
Her cunt clenches around my cock. Hot, wet, and tight, she’s torturing me in her own way—in the best of ways.
“Are you going to be a good girl for me now?” I ask, bucking my hips and driving her forward on the bed. She stumbles forward, but I won’t let her rest, not yet. I yank her head back until she’s off her hands, dangling above the mattress.
“Yes. Yes. Yes. Good girl.” The words come out as she sucks in air.
“You’re close, aren’t you? My girl wants to come?” I tease her clit, gentling my touches while plowing into her from behind.
“Yes. Please…oh, fuck, please, Ken.” She swings her arms behind her, grabbing onto me, trying to hug me to her.
I shove her back down, face into the pillow.
“Ass up.” I release her hair to smack her ass. She groans. “Higher,” I demand, smacking her again. A tremor works its way through her body, vibrating on my cock.
“Like that. Good girl,” I croon, stroking her clit, alternating between hard and soft until she’s bucking back at me with as much fervor as I could hope for. She’s chasing her release.
She’s so open and telling with her desires. I’ll never her let her be shoved into a box again. Out where she’s wild and free—that’s where she lives now.
“Ken!” She screams into the pillow. Her pussy clenches tight, then releases in a wave of spasms that dissolve the very last bit of restraint I have.
I pump into her tightness again and again, then still as my body releases from my control. My vision darkens, and the sounds of the room warp into strung out waves.
I collapse on her, but brace myself with my hands so I don’t crush her. Her labored breathing mingles with a soft sigh. I kiss her cheek, and a smile tugs at her lips.
“You okay?” I ask, slipping from her body. I blanket her with my body.
“So much better than okay,” she assures me.
I brush a lock of hair from her forehead.
“Think you learned your lesson?” She brings out the corny jokes from me. She laughs, so I’ll forgive her for it.
“I’ll never accuse you of being fifty again.” She tries to pull off a serious face, but it cracks. “Next time, I might assume sixty.”
I fall to her side and grab her into a hug. My cum is leaking from her and getting all over the bed, but I don’t give a fuck. I have my girl in my arms, and she’s smiling and sated.
What could be better than that?
Twenty-One
DOLLY
Potato chips can solve almost any problem, I’ve learned in the days I’ve been with Ken outside the playhouse. Mom and Dad never kept any in the house, and I wasn’t allowed to eat such treats anyway. They would fatten me up, and I needed to stay trim. For health reasons they said, but I know better now. Daddy needed to keep me small so I could be the perfect dolly for him and others.