Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 87826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
His smacks are hard and sharp and not at all sweet. It’s as if he wants me to feel punished. Like he intends on making me feel bad for what I did. For tracking him down, coming into his office without invitation, and for everything that happened between us.
Maybe that’s why he wanted me to lie on his lap … So he could make me feel just how much of a dirty girl I really am. And how badly I want this.
My cheeks grow warmer with every strike, and I can feel the sizzle. And with every slap of his hand coming down, he inches closer and closer to my pussy, which is already wet and buzzing.
“So … do you like this?” he asks. “Do you enjoy my hand owning your ass?”
I moan in response. “Fuck … yes.”
There’s no point in lying. I know he can tell just from my sounds. And I’m sure it won’t be long until he discovers just how wet I already am.
“You don’t even know what you’re saying …” he growls, and he smacks me again for good measures.
I’m still turned on, still convinced this is what I want.
I want him to take everything. To do every forbidden thing and more. To take me where I’m not supposed to go.
He keeps alternating which cheek to spank, and I catch myself moaning to his hits more and more. I’m not sure whether it’s the sounds I’m making or the mere contact of his hands on my body causing it, but he’s groaning slightly too. But I know for sure he’s as excited as I am when his cock grows against my belly.
Everything about this feels wrong, yet I want nothing more than his fingers diving between my legs.
As I lose myself more and more in ecstasy, his fingers slowly travel down toward my pussy, leaving delicious trails of hot flashing pain wherever he strikes. When his fingers touch my bare lips, I almost explode right there and then.
He pauses. I tense.
His dick bounces in his pants when his thumb pushes inside.
I bite my lip to stop myself from going over the edge.
I moan out loud when he thrusts into me.
“Hmm … wet already,” he murmurs, and a chuckle follows. “What a surprise.”
Is that supposed to be a snappy remark? Honestly, I don’t even care right now as long as he continues doing what he’s doing to me.
Because fuck me … does he do it good.
He touches me in all the right places with just the right amount of pressure.
Cupping my pussy, he takes me with two fingers, claiming me like I’ve never belonged to anyone else. As if he’s my first. Even though I’m not a virgin anymore, he makes me feel like I am.
His fingers expertly dart in and out, casually circling my clit to get me panting until I can’t stop moaning out loud. His dick responds to the sounds I make, bumping me in the belly to remind me of its presence. Right now, I’d do anything to take it, use it, fuck it, lick it. Anything, I’d do it as long as he makes me come.
God, I’m shameless.
Especially for a man like him …
So fucking cocky and a dick at the same time, he makes me want to jump his bones.
I’m a sucker for pain and humiliation. Always have been.
And he gives just the right amount of both to satisfy my every need.
“How does it feel to have my fingers inside you, Kitten?” he asks, his voice dark and heavy, full of lust.
God, I don’t think I’ll ever get used to him calling me Kitten.
“Damn … so good.”
“Better than last time?” he muses.
Fuck, I hate that memory. But he wants it there. Plants it there on purpose just to mess with my mind.
But even though I’ll let him fuck my body, I won’t let him play with my emotions.
“I’ll take whatever you’ll give me,” I say, not giving a shit about what that means.
He could get even rougher, even harsher; the pain could be so bad I could scream. But I don’t care. Right now, all I want is for him to use me however he wants. Even if I hate every second of it, I’ll still love it in the end.
Because that’s who I am … a masochist at heart.
And the way he smacks my ass and then continues rubbing my clit as if he never stopped tells me he’s enjoying himself just as much …
Fucking sadist.
He smacks my ass again. “Anything?”
“Yes,” I reply.
“Good … I’ll hold you to that.”
I don’t have to look at him to know he’s grinning. I can hear it.
His fingers drive me wild as he says, “Come. All over my hand.”
And fuck me, do I come hard.
My legs are literally shaking, my whole body covered in goose bumps and sweat as I fall apart on his lap. I feel like a marionette whose wires have been cut. All I can do is lie on his lap and take deep breaths while my body floods with endorphins.