Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 66177 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66177 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
“What the hell are those?” He picked up what looked like a mini dick. “It’s a butt plug; it’ll make it easier for you to take me.” He must’ve seen the look on my face because he went into protective mode. “Don’t worry; it won’t hurt.”
“Those might not, but that, that, that thing you call a dick most certainly will. You’re not getting that hammer anywhere near my ass. I’ve only just got used to my ovaries being knocked out of whack; now you want to mess with my rectum? No way.” I clapped both hands over my ass to get my point across.
He smirked at me, and I started running, looking to make my escape in the bathroom. I opened one door and found a walk-in closet, and so was the other one I opened. “Where the hell is the bathroom? Don’t come any closer you.” I was laughing and cursing at him when he snagged me around my middle and headed for the last door on the left, which was a bathroom the size of a football field. Who needs all this space?
In the shower, he set me down on my feet. “Just stand there; I’ll wash your hair and then get you cleaned up.” I hid a secret smile when he pumped something into his hand, and the scent of my favorite shampoo wafted through the air. He’s so thoughtful. This wasn’t the first time he’d washed my hair, so I knew what to look forward to. Still, it’s always a jolt to the system to feel his fingers massaging my scalp so gently before adding more pressure as they reached my nape, where I tend to carry tension.
My knees started doing the Jell-O dance, and I was getting twitchy. “Stop moving, Samantha, before you get this in your eyes.” I needed something to hold onto before I fell, so I found his dick, which surprise-surprise was hard as stone, and grabbed onto it.
“What’re you doing?”
“Trying not to fall on my ass.”
I let him wash the soap from my hair the second time and then condition it before taking matters into my own hands. His dick had been twitching and leaking all over my hand and tummy for the last ten minutes, and since he’d been so good to me, I thought it only fair to return the favor.
I went down on my knees without warning and led his cock to my mouth. His fingers were still caught in my hair, and it wasn’t long before he was guiding my head on and off his dick in slow motion. I love it like this when we’ve taken the edge off, and there’s no rush so I can just relax and enjoy the taste and feel of him in my mouth.
I licked up and down his cock like I would an ice cream, making sure to clean the precum from its tip each time before licking my way down to his balls, making him moan and his cock thump on my tongue. Those fingers kept getting tighter in my hair, and his hips were gradually picking up speed. I loved every second of it.
It wasn’t long before I found myself slammed against the wall with his teeth in my neck and myself impaled on his cock. I was cumming before he was fully seated in me and didn’t care when I finally came down about the bruises his rough treatment of me was going to leave behind. Or the hickeys that were sure to be on full display for the next few days. “I love the way you cum for me, babe, do it again.”
Samantha
The next morning I took stock of myself in the mirror where I was trying to figure out how to do damage control. I had hickeys all over the place from my neck to my cleavage, around my belly button, and even between my thighs, which thank heavens no one was going to see even though my outfit, the one he’d chosen for me, was a short black suede skirt with a cream-colored silk blouse and calf-length boots that matched the skirt to perfection.
He came over and took the makeup brush from my hand just as I was about to cover his masterpiece with some foundation. “No!”
“You do know everyone who sees this will know what we were doing all night, right.”
“And? What’s your point? That ring on your finger says I have the right.” Him and his damn ring.
“Speaking of which, did you have to get something that can be seen from orbit?”
“Yes, and to answer your earlier question, this is worth a hell of a lot more than hers did; it wasn’t even in the same ranking.”
“Really?” I looked at my pretty bauble and grinned. I can have some fun with that little tidbit for sure.