She turns her head and looks up at him, and I give her another smack. This one a little lower, on her thighs. She groans, the sound so throaty and sexy I almost come in my pants. Jesus, Shane’s eyes are blazing heat.

I squeeze one of those cheeks tightly in my hand. “You’re a little brat, baby girl. Your sweet ass is so red right now. Proof of how naughty you are.” I dip my hand lower, drenching my fingers in her wetness. “You’re so fucking wet. Only naughty girls get so fucking wet when they get punished. Are you going to come?”

Her eyes are still locked on Shane’s dark and horny gaze. “No.”

“Are you sure about that?” I ease my finger into her slippery pussy. She whimpers and bucks on my lap, and Shane starts frapping furiously. “I think you’re going to come. I think you like getting punished, and you’re going to come all over my hand.”

I brush my thumb on her clit and bring my other hand down on her ass hard. She cries out, humping my hand as her whole body shivers in my lap. The primal sounds she makes are hotter than any porn star. Shane groans a desperate sound, and the cum spills out of him, visible from across the room. The only sound in the room is our ragged breathing.

Our living room is humid with the smell of sex.

She’s still shivering. Like the other night, I pull her into me and soothe her, my balls busting to nut, but knowing she needs me. She burrows into me, shaking, but letting me give her comfort.

I kiss her hair. “It’s all right now, Pen. You did so good. You’re so sexy. So beautiful.”

I want to thank her for letting this happen. For trusting me to take her there. To take care of her afterward.

Shane goes into the bathroom to clean up, and our girl finally sits up, looking so sexily disheveled I want to take her picture. “Um. That was...”

I pull her face to mine and kiss her like I own her. Hard and demanding. “You need to go get your panties on or we’re going to be late to the party.”

“We’re still going to the party? You didn’t...”

Yeah. I know I didn’t. My cock is still rock hard under her ass right now. Hating me.

“Later. When we get home.”

“When we get home?” she asks, rising from the couch.

“When we get home, I’m going to fuck you.” She bites her lip and blushes. “And so is Shane.”

Chapter Sixteen

I’m not sure why I insisted we come to this damn Halloween party. Part of it is that it seemed like follow-through was important on that daddy game we were playing. Part of it is that Shane worked hard to put our costumes together.