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washed over her as she took him inside her. Slowly she rocked back, letting him fill her completely. The sensation was so welcome, tears began to form in her eyes.
    He freed her wrists and she swiped at her eyes before laying her hands on either side of his chest to balance herself. Dropping her pelvis up and down, she fucked him at a languid pace, relishing every nuance of the movement. Her eyelids slowly fluttered shut as she embraced the delicious sensations that gripped her body. So it shocked her when she felt a sharp slap to her ass.
    Her eyes flew open and she cried out.
    “That’s a naughty little girl, fucking Daddy when she was supposed to do everything but that.”
    His words stopped her cold. She wasn’t sure if he was kidding or not.
    He smacked her again on the other cheek. “Don’t stop now. The only thing worse than a naughty girl who can’t follow directions is a cock-tease.”
    She began gyrating her hips again hesitantly. The dirty way he talked to her made what she was doing seem all the more forbidden. The idea of being a ‘naughty girl’ had always turned her on. How had he known that?
    Perhaps he’d sensed it, her longing to commit illicit acts, then be punished for them. In any case, she was in heaven here with him. He was fulfilling her in ways she hadn’t known were possible outside her fantasies.
    He swatted her again on the backside, his hand transmitting heat to her smarting buttocks, and with each smack she squealed. This seemed to egg him on, and he continued spanking her until she grew wobbly atop him.
    At that point he scooped her up with one arm and flipped her over on her back, all the while remaining buried deep in her cunt. Flat on her back, Carmen sank down into the mattress and welcomed the hard fucking he gave her. When she no longer had the energy to hold onto his neck, her arms flopped over her head. Natron promptly took both wrists in one of his huge hands and held them above her head, restraining her movement.
    She hooked one ankle over the other across his backside and held on for dear life. He pounded into her with the rapid power and speed that reminded her of a freight train. She’d never been with a man this athletic before; just experiencing the fervor with which he fucked her was a workout.
    Within minutes the shimmering waves of one orgasm after another washed over her. He continued pumping into her for several strokes before pulling out and telling her to open her mouth. She complied as he placed a knee on either side of her head. He towered over her, controlling her weaker body with his stronger one. Carmen obediently held her tongue out to receive his salty essence. She captured the pearly droplets and swallowed.
    “Suck it, babygirl, till Daddy’s not hard anymore,” he instructed her.
    Closing her eyes, she took him in her mouth, gently sucking and gliding her tongue around his shaft until he was flaccid.
    He pulled out and collapsed alongside her on the bed.
    She rolled into him and he took her in his arms. “Good girl,” he said.
    She kissed his chest and answered, “Thank you, Daddy.” The words spilled out of her mouth easily. Burrowing down into that cozy nook where his arm met his chest, she laid her arm across him and basked in the bliss of the moment.
     
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    Later that week, Natron asked Carmen out on a date. Not above wanting to impress her, he’d hired a driver to take them out for dinner and dancing.
    Remembering how she liked to eat, he took her to one of his favorite restaurants, Matt’s Tex Mex. It wasn’t fancy, but the Mexican cuisine was out of this world. They slurped swirled frozen margaritas that came in a fishbowl glass the size of their heads, and Natron ordered beef fajitas while Carmen went with the cheese enchiladas.
    They sat across from each other, nibbling tortilla chips, when Natron motioned Carmen to lean toward him. When she did, he laid a hand on her knee and whispered in her ear, “I want you to take your