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My hips drove back away from the lash of the flogger, and he clicked his tongue against his teeth. “Where do you think you’re going?” His big arm slipped behind me and pressed his forearm against the top of my ass to drive my hips forward. My feet almost came off the ground until just my tiptoes braced me in the cooling earth. His warm breath tickled along my throat, and he spoke something to the trees. His magic, as it had before, obeyed him, and the brace of the tree holding me in place extended to take the place of his arm and prop my pussy up for him. He then bit into my neck, and I screamed out.
A flock of nearby birds fled with the sound. Their wings flapping hard to escape the danger, I could not flee. “Mine.” He purred then licked the mark his teeth had left in my soft skin.
In a Magic Bottle Part Three
“Yes,” I panted. “Yes. I am yours.” I didn’t care how he’d come to me or how I’d stumbled upon his bottle. Nothing mattered now that I was his, as I should be. Under his thumb, accepting the pain gifted from his fingers that melted away into pure bliss. Nothing and no one had ever felt like him before, and I wanted more of it even if it would swallow me whole and ruin me.
He dropped the flogger and ran his hands down my sides to my hips. His thumbs followed the lines leading from my hip bones to my pussy mound. I moaned and tried to arch my hips towards his fingers. “Please, Daddy. I need your cock.” I begged unashamedly at how pathetically easy I was being for him. Those same thumbs that trailed my skin, parted my lips, and he inspected what was now his. Looking at my pink center and how glossy and wet it was. How my clit had swollen and was pulsing with the desire to cum for him. “Please!” I wailed when his fingers dipped into me. Just shallow enough to stroke along my G-spot and gather my wetness.
“You need it?” He mocked me—his other hand plucking at my tender, well-flogged nipples. I nodded, and his fingers slid out and down to rub my own juices over my puckered asshole. “Even here?” He pressed against my back door, and I blew out a breath to relax and let him in.
“Everywhere,”
“Everywhere,” I moaned. The whimpers coming from my lips were cut short when his finger pushed deep into my ass. My eyes closed again, and his thumb flicked over my clit. He finger fucked my asshole deep and fast. I felt my orgasm pulling to the surface, and my feet lifted off the ground. Trusting the magical branch to hold my weight as I gave in to the overwhelming pleasure he pushed me toward.
“Show Daddy you are his.” He kissed over my sore tits. Licking and sucking as I panted and grunted towards the hardest orgasm I’d ever experienced. My body bowed, and my face scrunched up. He slapped at my clit and added a second finger to my ass. I don’t know how he forced the orgasm to last as long as it had, but every inch of me was shaking and limp after the tension eased. “That was a good start,” he hummed along my throat. I felt his hands moving to undo his fly and release his cock. The length of his hard cock brushed between my thighs when he lifted my legs to wrap them around his hips. “But we have a long way to go.”
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