Daddy's Fiery Little (Wounded Daddies 5)

CHAPTER NINE

Vanessa

My ass hurts like hell!

If I can sit down even once in the next two weeks, I’ll be really surprised. I can’t believe he spanked me, and I can’t believe how damned hard he spanked me!

Suddenly, he flips me around to straddle him. I intended to give him a piece of my mind but instead, I ended up telling him I loved him too.

“Oh, Daddy!” The next thing I know I’m kissing him and kissing him passionately, very passionately. Unlike our first kiss, this isn’t a release of sexual tension. This is a culmination of desire and… and the first kiss of love.

We said it.

I really feel it, too, and I’m sure he does, too.

I can’t believe that I’m suddenly happy he spanked me.

Happy!

I really can’t be mad at him because when I agreed to be a little girl with Micah as my Daddy, spanking was one of the things we discussed, and I suppose my behavior was pretty much exactly the kind of behavior that called for one.

I don’t know what it says about me that I want him desperately now, even more desperately than before.

I pull my mouth back and say, “Oh God, Daddy. I need you. Oh, please Daddy, will you…”

I don’t get to finish because he stands, turns around and drops me onto the couch. Landing on the couch sends a shockwave of pain from my poor, smarting ass. I yelp, but it translates immediately into more arousal and I end up moaning.

I cry out, “Yes, Daddy,” as Micah peels off his shirt. I lean forward immediately, wincing with more pain from the shift of my ass, and get to work on his belt. I get it unbuttoned but then he steps back and gets his pants down the rest of the way. His boxers follow and I take hold of his cock desperately as he steps out of his shoes and then the clothes piled at his ankles.

I lean forward to put my mouth on him, but he pushes me back and lifts my legs up. With his hands on my ankles right at his shoulders, he pulls me forward. I guide his cock into me, and I am so damned ready for him he slides in easily to the sound of my moans.

“Oh God, yes!” I cry. “Yes! Yes!”

In this position, I can do little other than accept his thrusts, and I have no problem with that state of affairs at all. Each thrust seems to create an explosion of powerful sensation through me, an explosion that shocks me anew each time. I have yet to cum but already the sex feels better than any prior orgasm.

I stare at his lustful face, and his eyes, those perfect dark eyes, bore directly into me, penetrating to my core just as deeply as his cock delves deep inside of my pussy.

“Daddy!” I scream, but I am so overcome it is barely audible.

“Oh, God! Daddy! Daddy!” Again, the shout may as well be a whisper. Each thrust sends an explosion of pleasure through me, an explosion that seems impossible for me to take. I don’t have the slightest idea how he can drive me to the heights he does but I am completely unable to think or to feel anything other than the waves of joy running through my body. I finally manage to wiggle a leg free and to wrap it around his waist so I can pull him forward with each thrust. Although it gives me a way to participate, it highlights just how much Micah is in control with one hand holding my ankle in a vice-like grip and his body thrusting so powerfully.

I feel the orgasm right below the surface and try to cry out, but I can’t get my voice to work.

And then it happens.

My voice returns and I cry out, “Daddy! Daddy! Oh, God!”

He suddenly bears his full weight down on me. My ass hangs over the edge of the couch and both legs tighten around his waist as he thrusts hard and fast and puts his mouth on mine. I throw my arms around him as my body explodes with pleasure again and again and again.

Later, as we lay together in bed and I run my finger idly over his chest, I say, “You know I’m going to be a pretty big handful, Daddy.”

“You’re worth it, little girl,” he says.

I lean over and kiss him, thinking about the wonderful journey that lies ahead for me.