Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 155903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
She was certain he could see everything.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful. You’ve got the most perfect ass I’ve ever seen.” Grabbing hold of her cheeks, he parted them.
Oh God.
“Reuben,” she said in a high-pitched voice. Why was he staring at her asshole?
“In answer to your question, I definitely like ‘butt stuff’.” There was a hint of amusement in his voice before he leaned in to kiss each cheek.
Then he let go of her bottom and ran a finger along her wet slit.
“So fucking wet. Is all this for me, baby?”
Who the heck else would it be for?
Slap!
His hand landed on her bare ass. Hard.
“Ouch! What was that for?”
“Your sassy mouth.”
Her sassy mouth? What was he talking about?
Oh no. Oh no.
Had she said that out loud earlier?
“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean it!”
“Hey,” he said soothingly as he rubbed his hand over her ass. “It’s not a big deal, baby. You know I don’t mind some sass. Although sometimes your sassiness will end up with you getting a hot ass. Now, as all of this is for me, that means this pussy is mine to do whatever I want with it.”
Well, of course it is.
Slap!
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me!” she cried. “It must have been the wine. I’m drunk!”
That had to be it.
“Baby, you had three sips.”
“I did not! It was way more . . . you noticed how much I drank?”
“I notice everything about you. How could I not?”
“You know, sometimes you can be a real jerk, but then you go and say something sweet and I forget all about the jerk stuff.”
“Not sure that’s a compliment.” He pressed two fingers deep inside her and she moaned. “Or that your judgment is that great since I’m not sweet. But since I have my fingers in your tight, hot pussy I’m not arguing.”
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Reuben thrust his fingers in and out of her. Slow, then fast.
God. It was so good.
“So that’s . . . how . . . I get you to do . . . what I want?” she asked breathlessly as he moved up to three fingers, stretching her.
“Sassy brat,” he muttered.
She let out a small moan.
“Easy, baby, you can take me. That’s it. Look at you, taking all three of my fingers. Need to stretch you for my cock.”
How big was that monster?
“The answer is very big.”
Why can’t I keep my mouth shut?
“Because I don’t want you to,” he told her firmly. “I want to hear all these thoughts going on in your mind. I also want you down on your knees, mouth open while I fuck your face. Although that will have to wait. Baby, you are so damn wet.”
“I’m sorry. Too wet? I can go to the bathroom and clean up.”
“Faith,” he said sternly as she started to move. “You do not move without my permission, understand?”
Oh heck.
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
“Good girl. You think being wet is a bad thing? It’s not. All it means is that I’ve done my job right turning you on. And you’re going to take me so well.”
Fudge.
A small whimper escaped her. She didn’t think she’d ever been this wet before, so she guessed he was right and it was all him.
But then, the things he did to her . . . they were wicked. Depraved.
And she liked them all.
“I’m in control right now. I always like to be in charge. In the bedroom and out.”
“It doesn’t get tiring? Boring? Feel like a chore?”
He slid his fingers from her pussy and she let out a moan of displeasure. Oh no, she’d turned him off with all her talking.
He stood. “Stand up, baby, and lean back against me.”
The world spun slightly as she moved, but he drew her against him, supporting her. He reached around her and captured her throat in his hand. Just lightly grasping, not cutting off her air.
But she knew that at any moment, he could tighten his hold. Her heart raced. He was so much stronger than she was.
“Scared, baby?” he whispered.
“No, Sir.”
“Good girl. Because you know that Daddy would never hurt his Little Blossom, don’t you?”
Yes, but were they Daddy and his Little Blossom right now?
Or Sir and his plaything?
His other hand rose to her mouth and she could see that his fingers were wet from her pussy.
Then he pressed his fingers into her mouth.
“Breathe,” he commanded. “In through your nose, then out. And again. If anything scares you, then you slap or pinch me, understand?”
Her eyes widened, but she felt better knowing that if she was overwhelmed, she had a way out.
“Good girl. You are doing so well. Lick my fingers clean. Taste your pussy, your arousal. Doesn’t it taste delicious?”
She wasn’t sure she’d say delicious. But it wasn’t unpleasant.
Go her.
She didn’t have an unpleasant-tasting pussy.
Oh, dear Lord. She couldn’t believe she’d just thought that. He was corrupting her. There was no other explanation.