by Abbie Adams
When I awoke I was turned the other way. The sun was shining in the window making a rainbow on the pillow next to me. My back was too his chest. I was warm and cozy. And something else… I don’t know. I shifted back against him trying to figure out what was wrong.
“Stop moving little girl… You will not like the results.” The words growled in my ear were not given in the same lighthearted manner as last night. I froze, not liking the change. I hadn’t done anything wrong.
His warm hand moved over my belly, startling me. I realized my nightgown had shimmied up during the night. My bottom half was exposed to him, as if that was anything new. When his hand dipped lower I bit the fat part of my lip, the sore spot I had bitten the previous day. My knees were already clamped together, my natural sleeping position. He didn’t force his way in, he just tickled the V made there at my juncture. He made me want to open to him.
But, I remembered… that other time, his fingers in me. Even with the pleasure he had given me… it had still hurt. He shifted, and that uncomfortable feeling I couldn’t figure out, well it moved. It was no longer pressed between him and my back. It was freed and it found a cleft, a resting place in the crease, of my behind. It was soft and wasn’t overly demanding, it almost tickled.
I wiggled then, and his free hand came to my bottom. His long silky shaft moved and his hand started to glide over my bottom. It made me want to push against it. And when it dipped lower I was excited. I wanted it. Until he touched me- there.
“No, wait.” Then I remembered as nice as it might feel for a moment or two- I really didn’t want it.
“Hmmm?” his hand moved down my thigh and he rolled away a few inches all at once rolling me with him so I was on my back. The hand that was on my thigh separated them. I started to pull them closed again. “No, do not close yourself to me.”
He stroked his hand up and down my belly, my thigh, petting me, comforting me. I wanted to please him. But, I didn’t know what to do. I remembered him saying that we weren’t to enjoy it. I was trying not to. But he was so… I loved him, how could I not enjoy him massaging, teasing me the way he was? I could feel the cool air on my kitty from the way he had opened my legs. I wondered…
And I was answered. His hand finally found its way to that private place. He was gentle in that he light as could be danced over my lips with the lightest of touch. I wanted to grab his hand and press it against me. While I was lying there, knees bent, and spread, hands fisted at my sides- he tossed the covers off and sat up.
“No, don’t move. I want to watch you. He moved to sit between my legs. His hand came back to my center. He dipped the tip of his finger to my inner being, not so much as to hurt me as to draw moisture, and spread it to my special button. He lathered the liquid up over the little gem and began to tease it unmercifully. I am surprised that is what he wanted. He said we wouldn’t get pleasure.
As soon as I began to go off however he moved in to press himself and that huge rod of his up inside of me. I didn’t think it was possible. I felt as if I would rip at any minute. The stretching was unbearable.
“Noooo!” I pummeled his chest.
He reached down for my legs, grabbed my knees and pulled them, pulled me up harder onto him. Driving himself deeper into me. I scratched at him and cried, buckeing and trying so hard to do anything to relieve the terrible pressure, largeness of him inside me was just too much. And he didn’t care how much he was hurting me. He pulled out and I thought he was going to stop- but all he did was ram back into me, harder.
“No, Daddy please- no more.”
It didn’t matter. He wasn’t going to stop until he was ready. He pulled out and thrust back in like that to many times. I wanted to die. And finally he thrust himself one last time and landed on top of me hard.
I was crying and all I wanted to do was close my legs. But, he wouldn’t move for an eternity at least. When he did he rolled right off of me and left the bed. I curled up on my side and hugged myself. I couldn’t believe how stupid I was. I thought he was nice.
I felt the bed dip and his hand on my hip. “Come here, baby girl.”
“Nooo, do away.”
“What’s this?” he tugged me over. I was limp and wore out from trying to fight during the ordeal. “Now you don’t want your Daddy anymore?”
I felt my legs opened again and my eyes shot open. “Nooo, leab me awone.”
“Excuse me. Do you want your butt warmed, little girl?” A cool cloth was pressed between my legs, but it didn’t stay in one place. It kept moving, wiping me, inside my coochie and my bottom and even my thighs. He moved away again, but only momentarily and he was back lying beside me.
He pulled me tight against his chest. “Now, you truly are my little girl.” I felt his warm lips press against my brow, his fingers running through my hair. “No, you aren’t going anywhere.”
“Dod-dy? Can we keep Ewin too?”
The End.
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