Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84655 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84655 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
She doesn’t answer.
“Did it turn you on the way his mouth was watering as he stared at your tits?”
I can’t fault the man. They’re phenomenal tits, but they aren’t his to look at.
Not yours either, dickhead.
“Jealous?”
Insanely.
“A little perturbed at the way you flash them to everyone. A little modesty goes a long way, Remi.”
“My body. My choice.”
An excellent point, but—
“And my hand is the one on you right now. Do you want me to stop?” I trace the edge of her bikini bottom, the fabric only an inch or so wide as it disappears between her ass cheeks.
Every girl by the pool has nearly her entire ass on display, their bathing suits covering less than well-placed lingerie. The BBS guys are in heaven just watching them walk around, much like the others, including assholes like Kyle, but the difference is, despite what my guys say to me, they wouldn’t cross that line while they’re working. They’re much better men than I am, I realize as my finger trails lower.
“Answer me?” I smack her ass again, cupping my hand so the sound is louder than the pain delivered.
“Flynn!” she yelps.
“Want me to stop?”
This stubborn girl turns her head, looking away, but doesn’t open her mouth to put an end to things. It’s not exactly permission.
“Answer me.” My voice is a low growl, my fingers still wandering, skating the line between her legs as I wait.
“D-don’t stop.”
Without hesitation, I smack her again. Not once in my life have I ever spanked a girl’s ass. Yeah, a couple of well-placed hits during the throes of passion have been known to happen, but bending a girl over my knee? Never.
She drives me insane. Has done so since my arrival. It’s retaliation if I do the same to her, take a little of her sanity the way she’s so easily done to me?
The next smack makes her moan, her legs spreading ever so slightly, the fabric of her barely there bottoms sliding between the pink lips of her bare pussy.
I’m in trouble. What started as a way to get a little of my own damn dignity back is going to end with me balls deep in her.
“No,” I snap, landing another hit to her right ass cheek.
Why does it have to have the perfect amount of jiggle to it? Why does she have to be so gorgeous, so seductive, so damn infuriating?
She wiggles on the next slap, and I’m the one to moan next.
“Remi.” I have no clue why I whisper her name, but I’m sure it has something to do with the darkening fabric between her thighs, her arousal dampening it.
Jesus, this woman.
“Flynn,” she whispers, a begging tone to her voice, and even though I need to stand her back on her feet and walk away, I’m unable.
With my thumb, I pull the material from her skin, the sight of her bare pussy mere inches away making saliva pool in my mouth.
“Remi?”
It feels like an eternity has passed since we stepped in here, time slowing to a crawl as I stare down at her. The scent of her arousal has my cock achingly hard under her, but I somehow manage to stay strong enough not to swivel my hips to rub it against her. I know she can feel it. At this point, I’m sure a satellite near the moon could see the damn thing.
“Please,” she responds to my question, and it’s all over but the begging for forgiveness.
I watch, as if having an out-of-body experience as two fingers slide down either side of her entrance. Her moans and the roll of her hips as she wiggles to find relief have the power to make me come in my pants.
I spread her, my tongue licking out at my lips in desperate need. Would tasting her be too much? What’s one more line? By the time I’m done with this girl, I doubt there will be one left uncrossed.
“Who do you keep this pussy bare for, Remi? How many fuckboys have seen these perfect holes?”
She moans at my vulgar words, freezing when I circle her back entrance with the tip of one finger.
“Don’t be shy now, beautiful.” I tease her a little more before moving lower. “Yesterday, you had all of this on display for me. This pretty thing pulsing against your fingers. Took all my strength to not join you and do this.”
Her back arches, tits pointing up as I slip the tip of one finger inside of her. It’s just a tease, a promise of what’s to come, but she bucks against me.
“Want more?”
Her head nods violently, her eagerness somehow ratcheting up my own desire like never before.
“Patience, Remi. Don’t you want it to last?”
Breaths rush past her lips to the point of panting, and I hate that her head is turned away from me.