Dashawn
Banging on my door had both Samantha and I jolting. She made a whining noise and I grunted. I leaned back and grabbed my phone. It was ten am. I was surprised I slept so late. Well, maybe not. After the wedding, a drunk Samantha and I had our own wedding night. Just without our wedding. I chuckled to myself. My Sweet Girl was wild last night. I couldn’t wait for her to wake up and screech how much her a*s hurt. She wanted her a*s red. She kept begging for me to smack her a*s. And boy did I smack it. I snuggled her to me and rubbed my hand over her hip and then her a*s cheeks. She whined again. I peeked over and whistled. My hand prints were still there.
“My butt hurts,” she mumbled.
I chuckled. “I bet it does. My prints are all over it.”
“I vaguely remember sc
