Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 70338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
“Yeah…” I mutter, closing my eyes, the tension and need building in my core. “Yeah. Okay. Yeah. There. Right there, Abe. Please…”
I come, my inner walls contracting on air.
Abe continues to lick and suck me through the orgasm. Only when I sag with the aftermath does he release his suction on my flesh. He looks up at me with my juices glossing his lips, his ice-blue wolf eyes bright. “You’re going to be doing a lot more begging, Pearls. I’m just getting started.”
My laugh is ragged. I’m glorying in the exhilaration and satisfaction of the moment. How changed I feel. So different from the girl who put on this dress to go to a stupid school dance with her ex-boyfriend.
Now I feel so expanded. So much more like me than I’ve ever felt before.
“Come on, princess.” Abe lifts me off the tree to straddle his waist. My ripped panties slide up between us, and he snatches them. “Tell me he didn’t see these tonight.”
I reach for the panties, but he tucks them in his back pocket, somehow still balancing me on his hip with one arm.
“Tell me, Pearls,” he growls.
I don’t know why I want to make him suffer. It’s unfair after what he just did for me, but our relationship hasn’t exactly been full of kindness. “Why? You have no right to be jealous.”
A low growl sounds in his throat, and his jaw sets. He starts walking swiftly, carrying me along.
“It’s not like you’re my boyfriend.”
When he doesn’t answer, I realize that his jealousy must be genuine. Maybe wolves are extra possessive.
“He didn’t.” I let him off the hook.
Abe’s gait doesn’t change. I think I still hear him growling like the wild animal he is.
“We haven’t done anything since he arrived. Not even a kiss.”
The sound of Abe’s footsteps change, and I twist to look over my shoulder to see where we are. He pauses and sniffs the air then pushes open the door to his cabin.
A fresh thrill pumps through me, memory of the last time we were here only adding to my excitement.
He carries me into the kitchen, opens a drawer and pulls out duct tape.
A shock of fear makes me tighten my thighs around his waist. No–not fear. Not really. More trepidation. Or fake fear. Fun fear. The kind you feel right as the scary music builds in a horror movie.
“You liked being tied up last time, didn’t you, Pearls?” Abe’s voice is deeper than usual. Rougher. His long legs carry us straight into a bedroom without turning on any lights.
He drops me in the center of the bed, shoves my dress up to my waist, and rolls me to my belly.
“What are you–ack!” I cry out as he slaps my bare ass.
He delivers a flurry of spanks, alternating right and left side. Each one goes straight to my core. My nerve endings spark. The initial slaps sting and shock me, but heat quickly follows. Pleasure nips on its heels.
“That’s for wearing those panties when you were out with him,” Abe growls. He spanks me harder, and I list away.
He rolls me back to my back and pushes my thighs wide, climbing up to stand on his knees in front of me. “Give me those wrists.”
It’s a demand, not an ask.
Funny, but there’s no resistance in me to bossy Abe. Not like usual. I lift my wrists, eager for whatever he’s planning.
He tugs the end of the duct tape to make a long strip, then tears it and winds it around my wrists. “There.” His smile is wicked. “You can still hit me if you want.”
Oh God–he winked.
I was unprepared for my body’s reaction to a wink from this sexy baller. I practically orgasm right then and there.
But he doesn’t notice my reaction–he’s already moved on. He has plans, and he’s not waiting for my permission. He already made that abundantly clear. I have a safe word I can use if I want it to stop.
He strokes his thumb over my sopping slit, pressing firmly when he gets to my clit, pivoting his hand and sliding two fingers inside me.
I cry out, arching, my internal muscles clenching around his fingers in a mini-orgasm.
“I’ve been dying to get inside this sweet little pussy of yours.”
I’m shaking. My low belly trembles. My inner thighs quake. I’m like the rollercoaster that buzzes and trembles as it climbs to the top, right before it drops into the harrowing pitch and breakneck turns.
Words seem out of reach to me now. All that comes out of my mouth is a series of vowels. “Ahhh…ohhh…ahuh.”
Abe slides his fingers in and out of me, gently at first, curling them to stroke my inner wall, then at a fast pump.
“Wait… please!” It’s too much. Too much pleasure. Too much to hold onto. I need to let go. I kick at him with my spiky heels. He catches one ankle and holds it high while continuing to finger-fuck me.