CHAPTER FOUR

Dane

“H ave we forgotten our manners, princess?” I ask as I put the ice cream back on the side table and take several liberal chugs from the bottle.

“Thank you,” she breathes, shivering in the aftermath of the spilled wine.

Her nipples are rosy and deliciously peaked, drawing my attention, but her ass and pussy are where my deviance yearns to play. Getting up on my knees behind her, I press the gleaming head of my cock to her asshole.

Jennika bows her back and mewls pitifully.

“Don’t be like that,” I say, running a hand down her spine, before spanking her once more. “You’ll like this, I promise.” Leaning my weight into my hips I watch with rapt delight as the head of my cock presses into her pink flesh, before disappearing—enveloped by her heat. I bite out a groan as my pet for the night gasps under me. “Shh, relax,” I soothe, splaying her cheeks with my hands as I begin to dip deeper, slowly sinking myself in until she’s taken all of me.

Jennika quivers and makes sad little moans of pain and discomfort, vocalizing without words.

“Oh, baby girl. You are so incredibly tight. You fit me like a glove.” Withdrawing almost to the tip, I thrust back, bouncing her sweet, fat ass on my cock a handful of times half-way, before I start thrusting deep and hard. Holding her hips, I fuck her the way I want to—the way I need to—to satisfy my hunger.

Jennika pants, and instead of relaxing she clenches down, choking my cock with her brutally tight ring.

“Fuck, princess. I said relax! If you keep me in a choke hold like this, you’re going to shorten our play time.” I seize a handful of her hair and twist it around my fist and pull, forcing her to bow her back more deeply and open up her hips. With my free hand I reach under her and start playing with her clit. My beautiful victim moans and I feel her relax further as I coax her toward ecstasy.

“Dane,” she breathes, my name a prayer on her lips.

“Yes, baby?”

“Fuck me harder, please, but don’t stop playing with me...”

A growl slips from my throat, and I lean down to nip the flesh at the side of her throat. “How could I deny such a simple request?” I say against her ear.

She shivers with desire and pushes back, encouraging me wordlessly.

Readjusting my position, I fuck her ass hard and deep, all the while maintaining my sinful rhythm on her clit. Every time I surge forward elicits a sac-tightening moan of pleasure from my curvy girl, and I bite down on my lower lip. As I thrust and fuck, I hold myself in check as I ramp up my speed on her clit.

“Oh, my God, yes!” she cries, her toes curling behind me, her whole-body tensing. “Harder. Faster. Dane! Please !” she begs, each word punctuated by a heady, breathless gasp.

Releasing her hair, I hold her hip hard, my fingers digging into her satisfying figure as I finger her clit to a fever pitch. I feel the tremor’s build within Jennika, until she’s bucking and grinding herself desperately against me.

“Oh, God! Fuck! I’m—” and then she cries out, never finishing her sentence, her body shaking uncontrollably around my cock.

“Fuck me,” I swear, riding the wave of her first release. My cock is in Heaven! But I’m not done. Not by a long shot. Pulling my cock from her delectably sweet ass when the last of her tremors subside, I grab the bottle and pour a liberal amount of sparkling wine over my cock; then scoop up my undershirt to wipe and dry it. Walking around to my princess, I offer her the last of the alcohol. “Drink up, baby. I need the bottle.”

Jennika’s eyes are like saucers as she swallows the final few mouthfuls, her face flushed, and her hair beautifully mussed.

“You do look ravishing when you’re disheveled, princess.”

My plump beauty smiles. “Thank you,” she says. “That was so incredibly intense.”

“The pleasure was mine,” I growl, bending down to seize her chin and steal a kiss. “Now tell me, Miss Sweet Romance... are you on the pill?”

“I’m not,” she breathes. “I haven’t even dated in...”

“Shh,” I say with a menacing smile as I press my finger to her lips, wicked possibilities flashing through my mind. “Then we’re going to play Russian Roulette with your pussy—winner takes all.”

The thought of knocking up this buxom beauty thrills me in a way I’ve never contemplated before. She’s young, gorgeous, and melts like putty in my hands... She’d probably make an amazing mother with that sweet streak of hers!

I move down the bed and untie the shimmering, glittery tinsel from her ankles and smile. “All right, princess. On your back.”

Jennika, still bound at the wrists by the twinkling fairy lights, rolls over as commanded, raising her arms above her head so as not to pull on the electric cord plugging her into the wall.

“Are you ready for what comes next, baby?” I ask, dropping the tinsel on the floor.

My thick-thighed goddess’s gaze wavers and she bites her lower lip, but she nods.

“Then stay there, beautiful, and stick those pretty legs up in the air.”

Jennika complies and I get up between her legs with the empty wine bottle in hand. “Now, close your eyes and relax, princess. You’re going to have both these holes filled.”

Jennika takes a noticeably deep breath and closes her eyes.

I have no way of knowing what’s running through her mind, but I know as anxious as she may feel, she’s equally as excited. The lips of her bare pussy gleam with her slick desire. And as I lower my face to get nice and personal with her ass, I can smell her sweet musk. I clamber off the mattress monetarily to snatch up the pint from the bedside table before returning. “You know what this pussy needs, princess?”

My pretty victim shakes her head, her brow creased in confusion.

“It needs ice cream,” I drawl with a devious grin.

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