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Myles

I’ve never been so mesmerized in my entire life as I have been watching my girl masturbate in her sleep for the past five minutes. She told me she had sex dreams, but I never imagined they were this intense. I thought she’d been exaggerating.

As soon as I was roused by her moaning beside me, I eased a few inches away from her and pulled the sheet down to her knees. I’m so glad she’s naked, but I also feel a bit chagrinned for watching my woman fuck herself without knowing she has an audience.

At first, she pinched and tugged her nipples for a few minutes, writhing and twisting back and forth, but then she slid one hand down to her pussy. She parted her legs and thrust a finger into her pretty cunt.

My cock is so hard I’m going to come in my hand while I watch the show.

She’s been bucking her hips and fucking herself for over a minute.

She’s so wet that her juices are creating a sucking sound with every pass.

I can’t believe her own moans or the slapping sound of her cunt sucking her fingers hasn’t woken her up.

Finally, she lifts her hips clear off the bed and screams. There is no doubt she’s reached her peak. It’s so fucking hot, I might have a heart attack. She always wakes up before she can finish. Not this time.

I grit my teeth as I realize I’ve been jerking on my cock for a while. I come with so much force that my semen shoots onto her stomach and breasts.

Madison suddenly wakes up. She gasps, her eyes wide as she turns to face me.

I’m breathing as heavily as her as I release my cock.

“What…?” She glances at her chest and then bolts to sitting. “Did I just masturbate myself to orgasm?”

I give her a wry smile. “Yes.”

“You watched…” I’m not sure if she’s angry.

“I couldn’t help it.”

She glances at my still-hard cock and eases back onto the bed. “You masturbated while watching me.”

“Yeah.” I run a finger through my come on her chest and bring it to her lips. “Suck, naughty girl.”

She hesitates and then opens for me, and my semi-flaccid cock returns to full staff. There’s nothing sexier than the sight of Madison sucking my finger. So far…

I pull my finger out of her mouth and rise from the bed. “Don’t move.” I head for the bathroom to grab a wet washcloth and return to wipe my essence off her.

“I can’t believe I came in my sleep.” She’s smiling. “That never happens.” She sits up, her eyes dancing. “Maybe I couldn’t come in my sleep before because I hadn’t actually had sex.”

“Maybe,” I agree as I stretch out next to her and reach for her.

She crawls close on her knees, but instead of lying beside me, she slides down lower and sets her cheek on my hip next to my cock. It’s not even remotely flaccid now, and when she strokes it with a finger, it twitches.

I cup the back of her head. “Madison…”

She ignores me and lifts a few inches to flick her tongue over the head of my erection.

My eyes roll back, and she hasn’t really done anything yet. I won’t stop her. I need to let her explore. I need to remove my hand from her hair and not influence her. It’s hard, but I make a fist in the sheets.

Suddenly, she sucks my cock deep, far deeper than I would expect from someone who has no experience giving blow jobs. When she releases it with a pop, she looks at me. “Am I doing it right?”

I groan. “Madison, there is no right or wrong. Any time your mouth is near my cock, I’m going to lose my mind.”

She lowers back to her task and sucks again, hollowing her cheeks as she bobs up and down my length.

I just came from my own hand against her chest, and yet, I’ve gone from zero to sixty in seconds. I’m going to come again. “Madison…” My voice is husky. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to come in your mouth, sweetheart.”

This doesn’t deter her. She rises to her knees to get a better angle and resumes sucking, her breasts swaying with every dip of her head. It’s sexy as fuck.

I’m so hard it seems like I might come apart. I can’t hold off much longer. I’m going to blow my load down her throat.

Madison draws me in deeper until the head of my cock touches the back of her throat. She hums around my girth, the vibrations sending me even further toward nirvana.

I arch my hips, holding my breath, but I can’t stop it.

I come so hard that my vision blurs. I’ve never experienced that before.

It’s heavenly. The pulses of my release last long seconds before I drop down, panting and limp.

Definitely not something I’m used to, but nothing with Madison is ever something I’m used to.

Now, my girl crawls up my body and snuggles into my side. It’s still dark out, but it will be light soon. I pull the covers over us and kiss her temple. “Go back to sleep, naughty girl.”

She sighs contentedly before settling into me.

I stroke her back, but I can’t sleep any longer myself. I’m too hyped up to close my eyes. I’m grinning, too. Madison… She’s in my bed, in my arms. She’s mine. Can I really have her forever? Or am I living in a strange alternate universe where this is an illusion?

I must finally drift off at some point because I awake abruptly when Madison says, “You didn’t use a paddle on me last night.”

I turn to find her propped on one elbow, looking down at me. My hand is around her body, and I slide it up her smooth back. “We didn’t get to that. If I recall, you were so needy by the time I finished spanking you that I had no choice but to fuck you clear into tomorrow.”

Her cheeks flush adorably. “You owe me a paddling then.”

My brows rise. “You want me to paddle you? Now?”

“Yes, Sir.”

My breath hitches when she addresses me as Sir. She’s feeling deeply submissive this morning.

“Frisky girl.” I narrow my gaze at her and decide to make a game of this. If she wants a paddling, she’s going to get more than just impact play. My girl likes a scene.

She gasps and bats her eyes at me dramatically. I’m not sure what she’s thinking before she speaks in the sing-songy voice she used last night in our scene. “I swear it, Sir. No boy touched my pussy.”

Obviously, she’s ready for some play, too. We’re not even up yet. We haven’t slept much between being at the club late, our mutual masturbation in the middle of the night, followed by her sucking me off.

I rise onto my hands and knees in a predatory move that has her backing up.

She crab-crawls across the bed. “I promise. I’m still a virgin. I’ve been good.”

I grab her ankle and tug her until she falls onto her back, which makes it easier to drag her across the bed. “On your hands and knees, Madison, now.”

She pouts, her bottom lip so fucking cute all pushed out. “But, Sir…”

“ Now .” I slide off the bed and head for the closet to pull out my toy bag. When I return, she’s in the required position.

“Sir, I?—”

I cut her off. “No more excuses. You know the rules. I told you if I caught you wearing a skirt that short again, I would paddle you so hard you wouldn’t be able to sit for a week.

Let’s see if you’re willing to wear skirts that barely cover your panties after I make the backs of your thighs so red and hot that the other kids will make fun of you.

Everyone will know you needed firm discipline. ”

“But…” She lowers her face, chagrined.

I pull a paddle out of my bag and hold it up. “Is this what you need, naughty girl?”

She gives a fake gasp. “Sir, that will hurt.”

“Yes. That’s the goal. If it didn’t hurt, it wouldn’t be a deterrent. Apparently, I haven’t been strict enough with you. Maybe this will help you learn.” I point toward the headboard. “Lower to your elbows with your wrists close to the slats.”

I grab some soft rope from the bag next, pleased that she obeyed me as I position myself near her hands and proceed to bind her wrists to each other and then to one of the slats in the headboard.

She whimpers, and it’s not part of the scene.

I kiss her temple and speak to her in my normal voice. “How does that feel, Madison?”

“Good, Sir.” Her breathing is ragged. She’s turned on.

I grab two pillows and tuck them under her tummy. “I want your ass in the air, knees parted.”

She spreads her legs.

“Good girl.” I rub her bottom, which is only a tiny bit pink from last night. “Is your pussy wet, Madison?”

“Yes, Sir.”

I switch my voice back to the authoritative one she associates with her naughty schoolgirl routine. “I expect you to count, naughty girl. Ten hard swats with the paddle. If you try to avoid contact, I will start over, so you better stay still.”

“Yes, Sir.” I love the shudder that wracks her body.

I decide not to spank her first to warm her up. Instead, I lift the paddle and give her bottom a firm swat—not so hard that she’ll want to murder me in my sleep, but hard enough to get her attention.

She gasps and sways forward. “Oh.”

I rub the spot I swatted. “Yes, oh . Not quite the same as my palm, is it?” I’m testing her a bit. She thinks she wants more intense impact play, and maybe she does. There’s only one way to find out.

She turns her head to look at me over her shoulder. She’s grinning as she speaks in her normal voice. “I like it.”

I chuckle. “Why am I not surprised? Nine more?”

“Yes, Sir.”

We have an odd dynamic here. She’s submitting to me at all times, but we’re also weaving in and out of a make-believe scene. Her submission is not pretend. Her naughty schoolgirl act is. But the two keep crossing seamlessly, to my surprise.

Her voice lifts an octave. “Please, Sir. It’s too much. I’ll be so embarrassed at school.”

“You should have thought of that before you broke my rules again.” I raise the paddle and strike her again. “Count, naughty girl.”

“Two, Sir.”

The next impact lands lower, covering the backs of her thighs and the bottom half of her pretty ass at the same time.

She cries out before saying, “Three, Sir.”

I can practically smell her arousal. She’s trembling with need. I love the way her breasts sway with every swat and how hard her nipple is. I’m sure its twin is the same on the other side. I wish I could see both. Greedy bastard that I am.

I thwack the backs of her thighs next because it goes with the scene and because I’m looking forward to seeing her red skin all morning.

“Four… Five,” she squeals.

I increase the pressure because I’m confident she can take more and needs it. I land two more on her bottom and then the last three lower again.

Her skin is so red when I set the paddle down, and it’s hot to the touch when I palm it. “Gorgeous, Madison,” I murmur reverently. “Your submission is beautiful, sweetheart.”

She’s slightly dazed as I untie the rope from her wrists, pull the pillows out from under her, and help her extend to her stomach. “Don’t move. I want to admire my work.” I stroke her heated bottom and thighs. Sexy as fuck.

My cock is hard yet again. It’ll be the death of me if I try to keep up with the sexual needs of a twenty-one-year-old woman.

“It feels so good,” she mumbles, her face turned toward me. “I feel like a limp noodle. Total bliss. Now I understand why Tammy and the other submissives we watched last night looked glassy-eyed. I could get used to this.”

I kiss her bottom on both cheeks before dragging my day-old beard across the sensitive skin.

She groans and lifts her head. “Ouch. Do that again.”

I chuckle. “I’ve created a monster.”

“It’s like when you get an abrasion, and then it itches, so you keep scratching the red raised skin.”

I think that’s a pretty good description. I torment her skin again with my cheek.

She parts her knees and rises a few inches, lifting her bottom in the air. “Please…”

“Please, what, Madison?” I suspect I know what she wants, and I’ll give her the moon, but I want her to ask.

“Please fuck me, Sir. My pussy is throbbing.”

I grab a condom from the nightstand, slide it onto my dick, and climb between her legs. I put one palm on the small of her back. “I’m going to take you from behind this time, Madison. Are you ready for that?”

“Yes, Sir.” She pushes her butt higher.

I reach between her legs and find her pussy dripping.

She moans loudly at the contact. She doesn’t need any preparation.

I line up with her entrance and thrust home. This is only the second time I’ve been inside her, and I’m not sure she’s ready to take me again. I’m worried she’s too sore.

Needlessly, apparently, because she arches her chest off the bed and cries out, “Yes. Oh… God… Myles. Again.”

I hold her hips and thrust again, grinding the base of my cock against her clit and, by default, her ass. My hair is well-groomed, but it’s not shaved. The wiry thickness has to burn her paddled skin.

“Fuck,” she screams. She flattens her palms against the bed as if gripping it.

I want to hold back, but this woman has a firm grip on my balls. There’s no way to contain my orgasm with her responding the way she is. I try to slow down, but she’s not having it. She rocks and bucks against me, moaning and begging.

I reach around to find her clit, wanting her to come before me, and it only takes one more stroke for her to strangle my dick with her orgasm.

Heaven has nothing on Madison Kennedy.