Billionaires and Baby Rattles(67)
“Good girl. Do you want a reward?”
She panted. “Yes, please.”
He wet his thumb in her juices a few more turns and then shifted lower to stick it into her tight back entrance. Her hips leaped up off the bed, and she cried out in pleasure.
He tsked, his tongue touching the roof of his mouth. “You messed up, Kenzie.”
“I’m sorry,” she whimpered. “Give me another chance. I promise I’ll get it right.”
He raised an eyebrow at her. “Will you? You’re no longer my good girl, but my bad one. What should I do with you?”
She twisted her hips away, flashing a very rounded ass at him. His cock bobbed, and he clenched his jaw.
“You can spank me, Daddy.”
He almost covered that sweet ass in come with the suggestion alone. “No, turn over on your belly.”
She obeyed, and he straddled her hips to reach under her. That perfect ass poked up at him, inviting his hand, his mouth, his cock. He rubbed and squeezed it, and she moaned. Parting the cheeks with one hand, he studied her two entrances. No woman’s pussy and ass were as perfect as Kenzie’s. Not one. Could he give this up once he married? He wasn’t the type of man to commit and cheat. Sure, he’d had plenty of women, but he had always made it clear, a relationship did not exist. Commitment wasn’t in the cards. That was all changing thanks to his grandfather.
He shook his head. Thinking about the old man was not a good idea with Kenzie under him. She needed all of his attention, and he would give it to her. Her come coated his fore- and middle fingers when he shoved both into her pussy and began stroking in and out. While he did that, he worked her anus with his thumb, every now and then placing pressure on the entrance. To her credit, she held still, but the cries grew louder, and the scratches on the sheets made him wonder how long they would hold up.
A toy. That’s what he needed. He climbed off the bed, and she called out for a different reason. He grinned. “Hold on, baby. I have something for you.”
He left the room and went for the bag he’d brought in. The present lay in a box, but he had examined it and made sure it was ready for her before repackaging it. When he returned to the room, he held it up.
“What’s that?”
“Something for you. No, don’t get up. You keep that ass where it is.”
She watched as he undid the ribbon and popped the tape on the lid. When he brought out the dildo, her eyes grew round. “You’re really going to use that on me?”
“You don’t want it?”
“Oh, I want it.”
“This is going in your pretty little ass, and this”—he indicated his cock—“is going in your sweet pussy. Any complaints?”
“N-None.” She appeared to struggle not to tremble. He liked the fact that he’d pushed her to the edge. Spanking might not be on the table tonight, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t pleasure her.
He climbed over her and placed a pillow beneath her hips to raise them as high as possible. First he took his time threading the dildo into her pussy. He watched as her folds parted and then her heat enveloped the toy, tugging on it and squeezing it. Her juices coated the rubbery surface, and he flared his nostrils, hissing because he wished he were in its place.
She squirmed and moaned, and stuffed the edge of a pillow into her mouth.
“Is it too big, baby?”
“No, it’s not as big as your dick.”
“Good girl. Take all of it. Wet it good, Kenzie. Yeah, that’s it. Where do you want it now, baby?”
“You know.”
“Tell me.”
“I want it in my ass, Easton.”
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“Yes, now.”
“Is that how you ask me?”
“Please, Daddy, give it to me in my ass.”
He did as she asked and eased the dildo past her barrier. The squeeze, of course, was tighter, but he’d fucked her there plenty of times, and her body always gave in to him. He knew she loved it, and her hips rose higher off the pillow. When he had the dildo buried, he guided his own cock into her heat. Right away, he noticed how much snugger the fit was because of the toy and had to pause so he wouldn’t shoot his load too early.
Kenzie made a small, weak sound and stilled. He froze. “Sweetie?”
She didn’t respond.
“Kenzie!”
“I’m okay.” Her voice didn’t rise above a whisper. “It feels… I’m so full. How can it be so good, Easton?”
He grinned. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No, please!”
He held on to her waist with one hand and stroked in and out, long, exaggerated movements. Matching the dildo to his thrusts, he ravaged his lover, not with roughness that would leave her satisfied but sore. Rather, he claimed her body as his own with a slow, smooth grind. The sensations seemed to overwhelm her until she couldn’t make much noise or move. She took what he gave, and he pumped in and out of her pussy and ass until her thighs began to quiver.