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“Will you take me over your knee?”
“Oh, Kara.” I chuckle darkly. “I’ll be doing that tonight no matter what.”
With the thought of another orgasm and a nice, hard spanking in mind, Kara relents. I love watching her eat—she really savors her food. Moans the whole way through the meal, too. Little slut.
I push a Protein Plus shake her way for dessert—because I know she fucking loves the things. This one is Pump-kin Spice. If she was moaning her way through the pasta course, she’s having a full fucking orgasm as she drinks down every last drop.
“God,” Kara pants, slamming the empty bottle down on the table. “I swear, those things are too fucking good to be real.”
“I think you just like them for the special ingredients,” I joke—even though, hell, that seems to be the only reason women like them.
“I think I’m still hungry, Daddy,” Kara coos, getting a wild fucking look in her eye.
“Have you licked your plate clean?”
Fluttering her eyelashes at me, Kara dips her tongue down to the olive oil still on her plate and gives it a long, lingering lick.
My cock salutes her effort through my sweatpants. She’s made me hard, she’s done a hell of a workout, and she’s even eaten my cooking.
“I’d say you’ve earned a treat,” I relent, standing.
By the time Kara is on her feet, I’m already around the table, sweeping her up in my arms and carrying her toward my bedroom.
“Is it time for my spanking?” she asks, kicking and giggling the entire way there.
“That’s not a bad place to start.”
Chapter 15
Kara
Eric wasn’t fucking kidding about the spanking, as it turns out—not that I mind. On the contrary, I’m way too fucking into it.
I’m screaming, “YES, DADDY! MORE! SPANK ME HARDER!” and Eric is swatting my ass as he carries me over his shoulder until both my cheeks are burning bright pink.
I’m, like, never like this. I don’t know where it’s coming from. Like, yeah, okay. I’m probably kind of starved from two years of low fat, low calories and no dick to speak of.
But even before my great cum fast, I wasn’t this horny this often. With Ryan, we’d bang one out once every couple of weeks tops, and that was only if he wasn’t too tired, and I wasn’t too busy.
I had just as wild and crazy of a sex life before Ryan as anyone, don’t get me wrong—but this is different. This is more.
This is being within a hundred feet of a guy and immediately having a plan for exactly how I can get his dick in my mouth.
This is being spanked by a dude that’s technically, I guess, my boss—who I also happen to fuck sometimes.
This is calling him Daddy, for fuck’s sake!
I’m into it, though. I’m too wet to pretend otherwise. Like, literally dripping through the short little workout shorts I wore here today.
It’s just that the second I started chugging that Protein Plus shake, it was all over for me. A little taste of Eric’s cum with a dumb name slapped on the label might have satisfied one type of appetite, but in the process, it awakened another appetite completely.
I need Eric’s cum. NEED. He could have me crawling around the floor on my hands and knees fucking begging for him to cum in my mouth right now—but instead, he tosses me onto his big, cushy bed and lets me stare up at him with hunger.
To an outsider, we’d look like a couple of wild animals—chests heaving, fire in our eyes, staring each other down like we’re not sure if we want to kill each other or breed.
But the second Eric gets his sweatpants off and his cock out, I think it becomes pretty fucking obvious which conclusion we come to.
Breed.
