22. Self Serve

When my hand connected with her ass and she mewled, I thought I would come again.

Two. Three. Four more times I spanked her ass. Watching my handprint that was left behind. Feeling her pussy clamp down on me and hearing her cry out. I ran my hand down her back until I reached the two little braided strands of her hair. Clutching them together tightly, I pulled hard and rammed into her.

"Oh fuck yes!" She called out. But that's not what I wanted to hear.

Five. This one echoed through the room and made her jump a little.

I rammed into her pussy harder and harder, pulling back more and more on her hair until she was forced to come off her hands. Still, I pulled and fucked her hard.

Finally, her back met my chest and I released her hair. One of my hands was instantly filled with her breast, where I kneaded and pinched. The other wrapped around her neck. Tight enough to hold her in place but not too tight as to make her pass out.

I leaned down and whispered in her ear. "Who am I?" Slamming my dick into her as a punctuation.

She moaned but gave me an answer in a confused voice. "My daddy?"

My head thumped against hers, and my movements stopped for a second while I laughed. "While I'm not opposed to the nickname, little snap, I was hoping to hear you call out my name when you came on my dick."

"Oh!" I use the exclamation to get back in the rhythm and slam into her again. This time, I go faster. Chasing the release she so desperately needs. And when her walls begin to flutter and pull against my dick, I hear her call my name. The sound of it has me filling her as I sunk my fangs into her shoulder.

She cries out and bucks against me, which only serves to intensify the situation for us both. I feel like I can't stop coming, and she screams again as the sound of her squirting onto the wooden floor fills my ears.

When we finally come down, I pick her up. This time I allow my cock to fall out of her as I carry her to the bed. Her eyes droop, and I trip a little. Most likely all the torture. And stabbing. And fucking.

Yeah, I think we could both go for a nap before we try tackling the rest of this clusterfuck.

I lay her on the bed and crawl on behind her. Holding her against my chest and letting myself float away on a cloud, using her soft snores as my lullaby.

Carefully, I untangle myself from her grip and head to the bathroom. I'm only gone for seconds, but it's just enough time for Ginger to sprawl out. She is lying on her belly, with her glorious ass in the air. Add to that, her limbs are all spread wide and my view on entering her room again is fucking mouthwatering.

Her pussy is just visible enough to call my name, but when I hear her snore a little louder, I pause. I've never been one to do anything that would be considered non-consensual. But this woman… she is just as much mine as she is her own now. She claimed me. Maybe not quite the way I had hoped.

My hand brushes across my ear. Even though the bite has healed, it left a scar. A permanent scar. I looked in the mirror and saw how it crossed my lobe like an odd earring. And I smiled like a fucking idiot.

I love this woman so fucking much. Her crazy matches my own. Why should my mate"s mark be hidden? She could have marked my forehead and I would have loved it just as much.

Ok, maybe the forehead is a tiny stretch. I am a little vain about my face. We all have our things.

Her hips move a little, and her ass wiggles, putting me into a trance.

Carefully, I crawl up the bed between her legs.

Her snores continue melodically as I carefully spread her legs. When she is on full display, I prowl close and place soft kisses on her ass. Still no response.

Giving in to my own desire, I run my tongue from her pussy up through her ass crack and let it dip into her tight little asshole. She sighs but continues snoring. Sleep, my angel. You need the rest. I'll just help myself to a feast.

Diving down again, I lap at her folds and am rewarded with the taste of our combined flavors as a fresh wave of her sweet juices flows right onto my tongue. I continue softly lapping at her while letting my hand move down to grip my cock. Every lick is another pull, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.

She moans softly, and I pull my face back, only so I can carefully move my body closer to hers. I don't let myself slide into her channel, but I grip the base of my dick and let the head and shaft slide through her wet folds. I feel my head rub against her soft nub, and she moans again in her sleep.

Giving into the need, I let the tip of my cock dip inside her. Ginger moans again, my name a whisper on her sleepy lips. I continue gently working myself up, sliding through her slick and taking just a tiny dip inside. She still doesn't wake.

Knowing that she calls my name, even in her sleep, has me falling deeper and deeper into my own fantasy. Before long, my cock has had enough of this torture. My cum shoots from me in pearly beads. The sight is erotic.

I pinch one of my nipples as I shift so that my seed covers her pussy entirely, and nearly force her to wake so that I bring her to the precipice when I see her channel pulsing for me. Begging me to enter her. Her clit is engorged, and I rub the tip of my cock around it. Three circles and she moans again. This time she coats me with her release as I swipe my cock up her folds one last time.

When I back away from the bed, she sighs and shifts her body a little. Still, sound asleep.

I stand there for a moment and stretch while admiring my handy work.

Damn does her pussy look pretty covered in my cum.

So pretty, in fact, that I think she deserves lunch in bed.