Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 65083 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65083 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
“What else happens to bad girls?”
He’s on his knees next to me, his long, thick cock dangling between his muscular thighs, and though I’m excited to be tied up, I’m already frustrated that I can’t reach out and touch him. I think I spot the beast tattoo he told me about earlier, the one he got when they opened their shop, but I’m helpless to explore it.
There’s a twinkle in his eyes as he scans my naked body. “Bad girls need to be taught a lesson.”
Every inch of my skin heats under his appraisal, and fresh arousal drips between my thighs as I watch him watching me.
As punishment, he leaves me lying there far too long—long enough that I’m squirming restlessly and twisting to attempt to wrap my legs around him. It’s not until I say his name, my voice full of need, that he finally touches me.
I thought his hands would offer relief, but they only bring more delicious torture. He strokes every part of me, slowly and thoroughly, from my feet, up to my hips, over every curve, my face, my arms, and even my hands in their binds.
He finds a few spots I never knew were ticklish, and many more that build my desire until I’m a whimpering, begging mess. “Gage, please.”
My old friend’s stubborn side has come out to play.
He brushes his lips over mine, allowing his hard chest to graze my rock solid nipples before he pulls back. “Gaaaaage.” His name stretches out on a pleading moan.
His cock, which is now hard and appears to be as achingly ready to fuck as I am, nudges my hip, and I bite my lip, thrashing my head side to side, not sure how much more I can handle. My pussy throbs for him.
His fingers tease my inner thighs, which are already spread so wide for him, and I scream his name, hoping like hell that the walls are soundproof. If I’m kicked out of this hotel for causing a disturbance, it will one hundred percent be his fault.
“Gage!”
He kneels there, looking down at me as he strokes his cock.
Just when I’m ready to combust, he bends and swipes his tongue over my clit, making me see stars.
But it’s just one touch and then he’s back up on his knees, stroking, his cock getting so hard that I can tell he’s torturing himself too.
“Gage, what happens to bad girls?” My voice is shaking, positively desperate, and finally he takes pity.
“Bad girls,” he says, moving between my legs, “need to be fucked hard.”
LEXY
At last, he feeds his thick cock into my pussy, filling me with one smooth stroke, his hips crashing into me, jolting both me and the bed. His teeth graze over one of my nipples as he draws back and pushes into me over and over, hard, just like he promised.
It’s so good.
Another orgasm races up and overtakes me, holding me for a long time in a blissful nothingness that’s everything at the same time. Gage keeps pounding me, keeps sucking my nipples, keeps teaching this bad girl a lesson with each stroke of his cock.
When I come back to myself, my eyes open to find him watching me. His pace has slowed, though he’s still pressing in deep, hitting a spot that’s satisfying and unsettling at the same time. At some point, he’s untied my hands, so I’m finally free to touch him. One of his hands grips my hip, and he’s making me his. I’ve always been his.
His dark eyes barely blink, and they’re saying so much.
My impulse is to look away, but I force myself to hold his gaze as he fucks me slowly, deeply, and thoroughly—as he makes love to me.
My hips rise to match his rhythm, my inner walls squeeze him tight. Our eyes are locked on each other as our breathing grows shallow, our hearts connect to beat together.
He brings me to the edge again, and then sends me over with a whisper of my name. “Lexy.”
As I start to come, I’m aware of his body stiffening over mine, and a sound rumbling from somewhere deep in his throat. We’re coming together, and the beauty of it pushes past my fragile heart to pierce my soul.
I’m shattered into a million pieces, and I don’t want to be put back together.
Gage spends the night with me, and instead of crawling off into a dark corner like I wanted to earlier, I cuddle as close to him as I can, grateful for his warmth and tender strength.
I have the sense that I’m in the middle of a storm, and maybe he’s the one who started it, but he’s also the one who can keep me anchored and safe.
When I wake up in the morning, I’m still in his arms. We’re spooning, like I did with Kai, but I’m on the opposite side of the bed this time, facing the other way, and I realize I’m not bothered about it, even though I’m usually very particular about sleeping on “my” side of the bed.