Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 100476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
“What?” I ask, searing her with a probing stare.
“Nothing.” A fake cheerleader smile.
I grip her thigh, lifting it up, and ease her foot onto the counter. This limber girl doesn’t even wince at the stretch. I love the way her pink, hairless pussy seems to open up like a fucking rose for me, just waiting to be inhaled and admired. Sliding my palm down her stomach, I cup her pussy before giving it a quick smack that has her crying out.
“Don’t lie, loser. It’ll only give you harsher punishments. Does your stomach hurt?”
“No,” she whispers. Truth shines in her blue eyes.
I smack her pussy again.
“I wasn’t lying!” Her growl of frustration makes my dick painfully hard.
“I know. I just wanted to do it again.”
“Mean, mean boy.”
I grip both her wrists and bring them up, urging her to link them behind my head. Her tits flatten out some from the way she stretches to reach me. Sliding my palm to her other thigh, I lift her until her other foot is on the counter. Now, her cunt is explicitly open for my viewing pleasure as she squats, perched on the edge of the sink.
“Stay just like that,” I instruct as I push my trunks down. “Look at that pussy that’s causing me so much strife. Fucking my mind up. Stressing me out.”
She squirms at my words, but watches me with an intense stare, staying still like I asked.
“Beg to be touched, English. Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to rub me. Make me come. I want you inside me.”
“Hmm,” is all I say. “I’d rather just smack your cunt.”
I swat her pussy, the brunt of it landing on her clit. She shudders, making her tits jiggle.
“Cal, please,” she begs.
“Remember last night?” I croon, nipping at her shoulder. “When you teased me with that stupid fucking thumb?”
Her brows furl together. “I’ve never seen someone hate the thumb so much.”
“Here’s your opportunity to change that,” I rumble, running my thumb along her jaw. “Suck on it like you sucked on my cock. Like you’re fucking hungry for it.”
She parts her plump, juicy lips, gasping when I run my thumb along her bottom lip. I present it like an offering. A motherfucking lollipop. Her cheeks are crimson with embarrassment, which only makes her look a thousand times hotter.
“Suck,” I growl.
Her lashes flutter as she sucks on my thumb. With each swipe of her tongue, I groan, hungrier for this girl. When it’s nice and wet, I pull it out.
“Put your hands on the mirror,” I instruct.
She shoots me a questioning look, but obeys me, leaning forward. Her cute ass sticks out, begging for attention. I trail my wet thumb along her crack.
“You know your safe word,” I warn, teasing her back entrance. “Use it and you don’t have to cry.”
Her blue eyes flash with annoyance. “I’m not weak.”
I press my thumb against the puckered hole, easing past the tight muscles. Her body tenses and her eyes flit around wildly.
“That hurt?” I rumble.
Her eyes water. “No.”
Liar.
I slowly fuck her ass with my thumb, wondering how it’ll feel one day with my dick buried there instead.
“Does your daddy know how nasty you can be, loser? All spread out and taking a thumb to your ass?” I taunt. “Does he know you let terrible men like me make you do things most girls won’t do?”
“I’m not like most girls,” she throws back, her voice shaking.
“True,” I agree, flashing her a cruel smile. “I’ve never had a girl let me stick my thumb up her asshole.” I cock my head to the side, studying her. “You like it, though. So much, you’re going to fuck yourself on it. Work those hips, cheerleader. Let’s see what you can do.”
Her brows furl and her blue eyes sharpen with determination. My brave girl is sharpening her claws for a fight, not running from the big bad wolf. She pushes back against the mirror, sinking down on my thumb before pulling back. I tug my thumb back a bit, sliding out of her body so she’ll be forced to take the whole thing again. She winces when she slides back down over it.
“Touch your pussy. Girls who do nasty shit like fuck thumbs probably get off on it. Am I right, English? Does this turn you on?”
She keeps moving over my thumb, but nods as she touches her clit. Her ass clenches around my thumb.
“Keep rubbing, beautiful. Rub until you feel like you’re going to come.” I nip at her shoulder. “That’s it. Get close. So close. Are you going to come?”
Her breathing gets heavy. “I think so.”
“Closer…”
She whines. “Cal.”
“Stop touching yourself,” I bark out, my voice dripping with authority.
An annoyed huff of air escapes her as her blue eyes, hot with irritation, sear into me. I make her keep fucking my thumb and when she’s calmed down from her almost orgasm, I set her on the path to do it again.