Her legs fall open, and the skirt she has on bunches up around her hips. Her bare pussy is pressed up against me, and only my jeans are keeping me from being inside her. I don’t know if I hate them or love them right now. They’re making me slow down, because otherwise I’d already have all of my cock shoved inside her tight little cunt, spilling myself deep inside her, trying to make all those thoughts of her swollen with our child come true.
“So you’re saying this belongs to me.” I thrust up against her, the hard ridge under my jeans rubbing against her pussy.
“God, yes,” she moans, trying to wiggle against me. Reluctantly, I let go of her hips and lean back, looking down at her. All she has on is the jean skirt shoved all the way up around her waist, and her little gray boots.
Her hips rise up, trying to get back the friction I just stole from her. She makes a grab for me, wanting to pull me back down to her. I level her with a hard stare. She stops, her eyes widening before she drops back down onto her elbows.
My hand cups her pussy before I rub my thumb up and down her slit, loving she’s bare here. Nothing getting in my way of her.
“You shave this for me, little lamb?” I ask as my thumb stops on her clit. Her eyes start to fall closed as she enjoys the pleasure I’m giving her. Slowly, I rub back and forth, stopping when she doesn’t answer me. Her eyes snap open as she bucks her hips in search of my thumb.
“Answer me,” I growl. My own need is bearing down on me as I watch her, spread out on a bed beneath me, her wild curly red hair everywhere while she’s enjoying the pleasure I give her.
“Yes, I did it for you,” she finally admits, narrowing her eyes at me.
“But then you wore a skirt that showed everyone what was mine.” I cup her pussy again, not liking the idea of anyone else ever seeing it. It’s mine, and the thought of another man getting a look at her makes me want to spank her ass again.
“It’s your fault! I had to wear the skirt. So if you want to be mad at anyone—” Her words stop abruptly when my hand on her pussy rises and comes down, slapping her sex.
Her eyes grow big, and a gasp leaves her mouth. But she opens her legs even wider.
“I can’t believe you—”
I smack her pussy again. This time when my hand lands, her hips push off the bed, meeting me halfway. Then she falls back flat on the bed, a moan leaving her mouth.
Fuck. She likes it. I feel myself breathing hard, liking the sound of my hand hitting her warm skin. Thoughts of getting Dolly worked up and bending her over the nearest surface for a spanking to get her under control flood my mind.
“Say you’re sorry and you won’t do it again, little lamb.”
“Sorry, Daddy,” she sasses, and my whole body locks up. Something passes between us. Something new and primal and right. She licks her lips. Fuck, that word kills me. I don’t know why, but when it comes from her mouth it does something to me. Something raw.
I reach for the buckle of my belt and pull it free, then go for the button on my jeans to free myself.
I wrap one hand around my cock and stroke it. Dolly’s eyes go there, and she licks her plump lips. Cum leaks from the head of my cock, ready to spill at any moment. It won’t take much. It never does with her.
“You want Daddy's cock, don’t you?” It isn’t a question. She wiggles her hips, and I look down at the wetness coating her pussy. She wants it bad. She’s just as needy as I am.
I rub the tip of my aching cock along her slit, hitting her clit and making her jerk. A pained sigh escapes her mouth, and I grunt with her.
“Please, yes, I want it,” she begs.
“I think I need to mark you. If you’re going to run around in short skirts, I think it’s best you do it covered in Daddy’s cum. Then everyone will know you belong to someone. That your pussy doesn’t need any attention because it’s already getting it at home.”
“Please, yes, yes, I need that,” she pleads desperately, a soft, sweet whine in her voice.
Using one hand, I spread her lips open a little as I slide the head of my cock through her wet folds, hitting her clit, and we both groan.
“Beg me,” I growl, needing to hear her want for me more than I need my next breath. I’ve never in my life been needed by someone, and getting that from Dolly is like coming home.
“Please, Daddy, make me cum!” she screams, already falling over the edge. She takes me with her as cum spills out of my cock and lands on her virgin pussy. I rub it into her skin, coating her and making sure every inch of her pussy is covered with her man.
Satisfaction like I’ve never felt fills me. If I thought I was gone before, I had no fucking clue what gone for her really was.