My body was already so close to orgasm from lying over his lap, listening to his dirty words and having his fingers inside of my bottom. The submissiveness he had drawn from the center of my being remained heavy in my mind as his cock slammed me again and again.
My arousal heightened, my sheath tightening around him, milking him, squeezing his member. “I, I... I’m going to come,” I gasped after only a few more of his intense thrusts.
“No, you’re not.”
My head snapped back toward him, my eyes widening. “Why not?”
“Bad girls don’t get to come when they want. They come when they’re told. And very bad girls come with Daddy’s cock up their naughty little ass.”
My mouth snapped shut, my face burying in my hands on the bed. Shame burned on my face. I was the good girl. Until Hayes I had had very nice, though mildly boring, missionary position sex. Maybe to mix it up once or twice, I wore something lacy to bed. The way Hayes spoke, the way he took ownership over my body, it had me melting in my core. A carnal desire for him to own me, to make me come, to have his cock in my ass, took over. I lay over the bed, legs spread, ready to take him.
His hand stroked my back, massaging my shoulders. “I’m going to lube up, then I’m going to take you in that pretty little ass.” He spanked me twice, my teeth biting into my bottom lip as he did. There were a few soft noises, then, I felt the tip of his lube-covered cock pressed against my rosebud. The jelly felt cold against my hot skin. Overwhelmed by sensation, tears sprang into my eyes as the head of his cock pushed into my unwilling entrance. My pucker quivered, not wanting to accept him. I took a deep breath, relaxing as he instructed, and breathed as he pushed the head of his cock past my tight, pulsing rim. With another deep breath, I welcomed the entire head of his member into my ass. His hands went to my hips, holding me possessively as he slowly guided his cock further within my bottom.
My skin stretched to capacity. The burning pain made way to a pleasurable fullness. The muscles of my ass wrapped tightly around him as he moved back and forth within me. His fingertips dug into my hipbones as he moaned, “Such a tight little ass. There’s my good girl.”
The submission I had felt from his fingers was nothing compared to what I felt as his entire cock buried itself within my ass. I moaned, tears leaving my eyes as he pulled out, then thrust back in.
His hand reached around my pelvis, his fingers finding my clit. I cried out as he plunged deeper within me from behind, his finger pressing into my engorged bud. I moved my hips, rubbing harder against his hand. Waves of pleasure pulsed through me as he circled my sensitive nub and fucked my ass. My toes curled into the carpet, my cries were high and shrill. My ass tightened hard, my pussy clenching as my body experienced ecstasy. White lights flashed behind the lids of my eyes as I came in a weeping, pulsing, shaking mess.
A few more thrusts and I could feel his cock pumping his hot seed into my ass. He came with a moan. He collapsed against my back, our damp skin pressing together. His lips caressed my ear as he whispered, “You’re my entire world, Luna.”
That night at the hotel, I lay on the bed, recovering from my day and the intense fucking session. I was overwhelmed with emotion from having anal sex for the first time. I couldn’t believe how deeply I felt for Hayes and how the connection of our bodies further deepened the unbreakable bond between us.
Hayes and Brody went out to dinner, giving me a much-needed few hours to myself to decompress. Sometimes being grounded was a good thing.
I missed Little Peak.
I was too embarrassed to admit it to my friends, but New York just wasn’t for me. I knew I should be enticed, energized by the sites, the people, the culture. I wasn’t. I couldn’t help it—I was just plain old Louanne Dixon, born in Little Peak and happy on the ranch. I missed my house, my bed, the Mess Hall. I kept my opinions to myself, happy the others were enjoying the trip. They had earned it.
Picking up the phone, I ordered room service for dinner. As I waited for the grilled chicken and champagne to arrive, I flipped through photos of chalkboard menu ideas, and a misspelled text came through on my phone.
Memaw: Louanne I M texTING aren’t you proud?
Me: Memaw, is this really you? Or is Colton doing the typing for you?
Memaw: Are you kidding itSaturday nightcolton is at Buds
Me: You are doing great, Memaw!
Memaw: THX I saw ur speech on the compter colton liverstreamed it for me sogood
Me: I’m glad you enjoyed it, Memaw
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