Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33795 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33795 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
My hand winds back, and without hesitation, I bring it down with a sharp thwack against her ass.
Tempest squeals, and mewling moaning sound that comes out of her mouth is like audible sex. It’s like I’ve just dragged my tongue over her clit, rather than brought my palm down against her bratty little ass.
“Count,” I growl.
“One!” my little temptation moans out, her palms flat on my desk and her fingers clawing at it.
I bring my hand down again, and the sound of it connecting with her tender ass and the sound of the moan of pleasure from her lips has me literally reaching down and stroking my cock through my pants.
“Two!”
I move to the other cheek for three, which only makes me press into her hip harder. She screams out “three” and then “four” in gasping, achingly sexy moans as I make her ass bright pink with my hand.
“Five!”
Five is back to the first cheek, and then, even though I said five, I bring a sixth one down on the other side again, to be even.
When I’m done, every single muscle in my body is straining against my clothes. Every fucking nerve ending is on fire, and every inch of my cock aches to be buried inside of her. Tempest moans, arching her back and actively pushing back against my hand, almost like she wants more. And I’m sorely tempted to give it to her, except now there’s something else I want.
Something I need.
My hand strokes her ass, soothing her pink skin. The other one slides up her back, until I wrap a handful of her long blonde tangles in my fist. I pull gently, enough so she knows what I want as I pull her up into a standing position, my hand still on her ass. I move right behind her, and when I breath in the scent of her — of her shampoo, and her skin, and the intoxicating smell of her barely legal arousal soaking between her legs, I’m completely lost.
Because I might be in charge here, but I am helpless for her. She might not — and probably doesn’t — know it yet, but she’s got me wrapped around her finger so damn tight I can barely breathe. And it’s not just the forbidden temptation either. It’s not just the filthy thoughts about claiming her tight, sweet young body as my own.
It’s all of her.
It’s that fire behind her eyes — the defiance, and the strength, and the way even as young as she is, she’s capable of standing tall and resisting the storm of this rigid, cookie-cutter town. It’s the way she’s entirely her own person, on her own terms.
And I like that, a lot.
She pushes back into me, breathing hard and squirming against my hand on her ass. My other one pulls her hair up, holding it in my fist as I lean down and brush my lips over her ear.
“Are you going to be a good girl for me now?” I purr.
She swallows, whimpering.
“No, Mr. Knolls.”
I groan, my hand cupping her ass as I press my rock-hard cock against it until she’s moaning.
“Good.”
She gasps as my hand starts to move lower, down between her thighs. She spreads them slightly, giving me entrance as my fingers slip over her absolutely soaking wet lacy black thong. I can feel the molten heat of her cunt through the material, burning against my palm as I let my teeth graze her neck.
Rational thought somehow manages to break into my head. The implications of what I’ve already done — say nothing of what I’m planning on doing — to this sweet little angel suddenly come rushing into my caveman brain, and I force myself to stop.
“Remind me how old you are,” I groan.
“Eighteen,” she breathes. “I’ll be nineteen in a few months.”
“I think you should get out of this office, Tempest,” I say quietly.
She tenses. “Why?”
“You know why.”
She turns, squirming in my grip until she’s facing me, pressing herself right against me.
“Don’t you think we’re a little past that?” She breathes the question, her pink lips glistening with gloss and the wet heat of her panty-covered pussy pressing against my throbbing hard erection.
“I think we’re far past anywhere I should have gone with you,” I manage to growl out, somehow restraining myself, if only barely, from claiming those lips right then and there.
“I’m eighteen, Mr. Knolls,” she whispers, and it’s like a fucking teasing little pulse that goes right to my cock.
“I’m eighteen, and I want this, and…”
She trails off, biting her lip between her teeth and letting the green pools of her eyes burn up into mine.
“And I want to be your bad girl.”
The last of my willpower shatters, and before I know it, my lips are crushing against hers. I’m not tender, or slow, or sweet. I kiss her like I’m starving and she’s a last meal.