“Oh my gosh, Josh, slap me harder.”
I usually wasn’t into this, but the desperate look on her face convinced me. I slapped her across the face – hard – then grabbed her chin and tilted her head toward me. A single tear rolled down her cheek, but she kept looking up straight into my eyes with adoration.
“You okay, baby?” I asked her as gently as I could, brushing the tear from her cheek.
“Absolutely. Please don’t worry, I love what you’re doing.” I grabbed a fistful of her hair and tugged gently to encourage her to stand up. She did, running her hands along my body as she went.
Ellie stood in front of me, her lip trembling, and held her hands on my chest for a moment. I roughly grabbed her shoulder, turned her around, and shoved her down onto the bed. She was on tiptoe now, with her bare ass in the air. I grabbed both her ass cheeks, pushing them apart with my thumbs.“Please… I’m yours. Please do what you want with me,” she begged softly.