Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 44188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
She squeals and attempts to pinch her cheeks together. I keep up the pressure. “Take your punishment, Lia.” I make my voice firm.
“Wh-what is it?” her voice wobbles, but I doubt it’s from fear.
“Ginger. Have you ever heard of figging?”
“Did you say ginger?”
“Open, Lia. Now.”
She relaxes and I push the ginger in. It’s not particularly wide, so it goes in without lube, which I learned is important when figging.
“Good girl. Yes, I put ginger root in your ass. Girls who play with matches get their assholes set on fire.”
“Ohmygod,” she whimpers.
I reward her compliance by stroking her dewy pussy, slipping one finger inside her, then two. She moans, but I don’t give her more than a couple pumps before withdrawing and circling her clit.
She whimpers again and rolls her hips back even more.
I slap her pussy and get up. “Don’t move from this position, baby. I want you to stay here until your asshole’s on fire and your pussy’s leaking like a faucet.”
“Blaze,” she pants.
“You tell me when it’s time. Ask for your spanking and I’ll give it to you good, baby.” I move to sit on the edge of the bed and take off my shoes and shirt. “And then I’ll fuck you until tomorrow with that ginger still in your ass.”
Lia groans and rolls her head around on the cushion I put down for her to kneel on. “You’re killing me, Blaze.”
“Oh I’m just warming up, little girl. Warming you up.”
Waiting sucks. According to my research, it takes about ten minutes for the ginger to start to burn. I can hardly stand it. My situation may be more comfortable than Lia’s, but I have to look at her while my jeans strangle my cock.
The first few minutes, she’s still. Then she starts to shift around from knee to knee. Her anus clenches around the ginger and she lets out a groan. She whines and rubs her face on the cushion, moans some more. When the clenching of her anus and pussy grow more frequent and her whimpers more plaintive, I call her over.
“Ready for your spanking, angel?”
She stands up, smoothing her skirt. Her face is flushed, pigtails askew.
“Come lie over Daddy’s lap.” I pat my knee.
She comes immediately, like she knows I’m her salvation. Tips herself over my knee and wiggles her cute little ass.
I flip her skirt up and pump the ginger finger in and out of her. She moans her pleasure, her distress. I spank her. It’s a good, solid spanking—hard slaps that make her jerk and twist, and I don’t take it slow. I give it to her fast and hard until she’s squirming right and left, whimpering and moaning for release. And then I plunge three fingers into her her wet heat, make them into a cone and fuck her with them.
Her pussy’s never felt so hot, so wet, so swollen. “Blaze, please,” she moans.
“You ready for my cock?”
“You have no idea,” she moans, and I lose all control.
I hold her torso down while I pull my leg out from under her, so she’s bent over the bed now. I twiddle the ginger in her ass with one hand while I work open the button of my jeans with the other. Then it’s a rip, snap, roll to get a condom on and push against her entrance.
I sink into her easily. She’s tight, but so juicy wet, so ready, her pussy seems to pull me in, welcome me. Her muscles squeeze and she moans wantonly. I interlace my fingers over the tops of hers and fuck her deep. Nothing compares to the glory of being inside her, of knowing she wants me to take her as hard and rough as I crave.
I slap my loins against her pink ass, listening to the little grunts and cries she makes.
“More,” she moans. “Harder.”
I slam into her harder, drive deeper. “You like it rough, don’t you, baby?”
“Please,” she moans. “Please, Blaze.”
I unwind the fingers of my right hand from hers and insinuate it beneath her hips. One touch of her clit is all it takes.
She screams and tightens around my dick. Her orgasm rolling in, I allow myself to surrender to the pleasure, as well. In just a few more strokes, I join her, bellowing, “yes!” at the top of my lungs.
I clean up and lift her into my bed, offer her water and caresses.
She curls into me and I wrap my body around her protectively. She brings out every ounce of hero I have in me, all directed at her.
“Move in with me,” I blurt before I can stop myself.
She opens her eyes, and gives me a sleepy look. “Okay.”
A relieved laugh escapes my lips. “Okay? Really? I didn’t ask too soon?”
“Oh, you asked way too soon, but I don’t care. I’m ready to let you take care of me.”