Page 39 of Princess Josie

I lift my hand and swat her bottom several times, warming her up before I increase the pressure and spank her harder. When she squirms, I flatten my other palm on the small of her back to keep her steady.

She’s panting by the time I’m done. Her bottom is a delightful shade of pink, and she’s shaking with need.

I probably shouldn’t indulge her and reward her for naughty behavior with orgasms, but it’s so hard to deny her when she’s like this. Impossible. I can’t do it. The sweetest thing in the world is my Josie when she comes on my fingers.

When I stroke through her folds, she moans. She’s so wet. I thrust two fingers into her, holding her down so she can’t slip away. She’s wiggly when she’s this aroused.

It only takes a few taps against her clit for her to come on my hand, and the sound that slips from her mouth makes my cock so fucking hard.

“That’s my good girl. So pretty.” I ease my fingers out, suck them clean of her sweetness, and gently roll her over so she’s sitting on my lap.

In an unexpected move, she pushes to her feet, tugs her shirt off, and drops it on the floor. Her hands come to the front of my jeans. She rarely touches the button or zipper because both are on her list of anxiety-inducing items. But she tugs the button free today before wiggling her small hand down under the denim and my underwear.

“Please, Daddy?”

I can’t deny her this either. I yank my own shirt over my head, drop it on the floor next to hers, and lift my hips to tug the zipper down and pull my jeans and underwear down to my knees.

Josie releases my cock to clamber up onto my lap, straddling me. I’ve learned she’s a different person when she’s horny. Very grown up. Her eyes glaze over with lust as she grabs my shoulders and rubs her pussy against my erection.

I love how bold she has gotten with regard to sex. She has no problem asking for what she needs. She loses all inhibitions when she’s in this headspace.

I love everything about this woman. She can be shy and timid in her youngest space. She can also arch her chest and lower herself onto my cock in her most adult space.

And right now, she’s taking control as she lines herself up with my cock and thrusts down hard. All the breath leaves her lungs, and she shudders. A smile spreads across her face. “God, that feels good. You didn’t have to get me any gifts, Chase. This is all I need.”

My breath hitches as she rises up and thrusts back down. I slide my hands from her waist to her breasts, cupping them before I pinch her nipples.

She cries out, arching her tits my direction. “Yes…”

I manage to continue to fondle her precious breasts while she rides me hard, loving the way she moves and the noises she makes. It always takes effort to keep from coming inside her too soon. I have to focus on her pleasure and grit my teeth to ensure she comes around my cock before I let my own release consume me.

Luckily, Josie grinds her clit against the base of my erection a few minutes later, her pussy gripping me so hard that she forces my release to follow right on the heels of hers.

We’re both panting as she stares at me, grinning.

It’s mesmerizing to watch her transform back into her Little space. Her cheeks turn pink and she tips her head shyly to one side. “I love you, Daddy.”

“I love you too, princess.”

“Can I open my present now?”

“You said you didn’t need gifts. You said my cock was all you cared about,” I tease her.

She swats at my shoulder. “Daddy!”

I chuckle as I lift her off my cock and stand her on her feet before grabbing a pile of tissues from the end table to clean myself off.

As I pull my jeans back up over my cock, Josie reaches for her clothes.

I take them from her and set them next to me on the couch. “You won’t need those, Baby girl. Open the gift.”

She giggles as she tears into it naked. Inside the outer shipping packaging is a gift-wrapped present in shiny pink paper. “It’s so pretty, Daddy. I’m going to ruin the wrapping paper.”

I laugh. “I think you’ll forget about it after you see what’s inside.”

She bounces on her toes as she tears into it. When she holds it up, the breath leaves her lungs.

Her eyes go wide. She starts shaking. Her bottom lip trembles and tears leak out to run down her cheeks. “Daddy…” she murmurs. “Where did you get this? How? I…”