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“Only filthy little whores get a wet pussy while being spanked. Is that what you are?” he growls, running his finger through my slit again.

When his finger reaches my sensitive clit, he gently strokes around it, just enough to make me arch my back, thrusting my hips up to meet the movement of his hand.

I mewl as even the slightest of his touches helps to alleviate some of the growing ache between my legs.

When I don’t answer, he pulls his fingers away quickly, and I whimper desperately for him to bring them back.

“I’m sorry, Sir. I am a filthy little whore. My pussy is so wet, and I’m aching for you. It’s all for you. I’m your dirty slut.”

The words tumble from my lips as I desperately plead with him to put his finger back on me and give me the pleasure I crave. On hearing my words, Evan groans, and I feel his hard length twitch beneath me.

“Be patient, my little slut. We’re nearly there.”

As soon as he finishes, another blow lands on the swell of my ass, hitting me harder than all the others.

I scream, tears streaming down my face, and it takes me a few seconds to remember what number we were up to before he started teasing me.

“Nine. T-thank y-you, Sir,” I stutter, struggling to get the words out as I drag air in through my sobs.

This time when he massages his hand over my sensitive flesh, all it does is make it burn worse, and I can’t keep the sobs from racking my body.

“Shush, beautiful. You are doing so well. We’re almost finished. Do you think you can take the last one?” he whispers, as he strokes his fingers through my hair in an attempt to soothe me.

“Yes,” I weep.

I can almost hear the pride in his voice as he says, “Good girl.”

The final blow makes me scream so loud, and I’m sure I won’t be able to sit down properly for days without feeling it throb. My ass cheek burns and my nerve endings feel like they’re on fire.

Before I even realise what he’s doing, Evan flips me over and pulls me into his arms. Even though my bare ass is now rubbing against the fabric of his sweatpants, I don’t care, as the comfort I get from Evan is enough of a distraction.

He rubs his hands all over my body, pressing soft kisses across my cheeks and jaw, as he whispers words of reassurance and praise.

He tells me what a good girl I am, and my heart swells from the compliment. He holds me until my sobs die down, and he’s wiped away every last tear.

The stinging, burning sensation on my ass dissipates fairly quickly to a dull ache, and once I’m back in control, all I’m left with is the desire coursing through my veins. My core is throbbing, and my whole body is crying out for him to touch me.

“Please, Evan,” I beg, unable to find more words to tell him what I want.

He shuffles back on the bed more and turns me, so that my back is pressed against his chest. He pulls my legs apart, hooking one over each of his thighs, using his knees to keep me spread open. The cool air hits my aching pussy and I whimper.

With one arm wrapped tightly around my waist, he presses his lips to my neck, sucking lightly on my pulse point, just the way I love.

With his free hand, he gently traces his finger over my nipple before tugging it between his thumb and finger. With slow, purposeful movements, he starts just rolling it, making the bud peak more, and then he lightly pulls and twists, until I’m groaning at the pleasure-pain barrier.

He repeats the movements on the other nipple, as I move my head to the opposite side, so he can reach the remainder of my neck.

Every kiss, suck, and touch pushes me further into sensation overload, and my nerve endings are prickling with desire. My head swims, as I’m overwhelmed by the desperate ache.

“Please, Evan. I need you to touch me,” I beg, unable to remain quiet anymore.

“I am touching you,” he whispers into my ear with a chuckle.

“No,” I groan. “My pussy. I need you to touch my pussy, please.”

“Do you now?” he muses, as he drags his hand away from my nipple, trailing it down my chest.

When his fingers slide over my stomach, I can’t help but laugh as his touch tickles me. As I buck to try and get away from the tickle, my sore ass grinds against Evan’s covered cock, causing us to both groan loudly. His hand around my waist tightens, stopping me from moving further.