Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 34955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
I knew she couldn’t see me in the darkness, but she was well aware I was here. This show was for me, after all. My naughty little doll teasing me. “That’s it, lick that sweet pussy juice,” I encouraged her.
She sucked then began to play with her clit causing her mouth to fall open and her eyes to close. The tightening in my balls warned me I was close. The thought of burying my cock deep inside her and unloading was teasing me. I knew how perfect that felt. Leaning forward slightly, she spit, and the saliva hit just below her belly button, then eased down until it seeped into her pussy. I could hear her moan, and her body began to tremble.
“Squirt for me, little doll. Let me see it,” I murmured, my own breathing ragged.
My hand began to pump faster as her mouth fell open and her body arched. The spray of her release shot out as she cried.
“Fuuuck!” I groaned as I watched her, my come hitting my stomach and forearm. “Goddamn, baby.”
A slow smile curled her lips as she let her legs drop and sat up. Then she held out her hand in my direction and curled her finger for me to come inside before slipping off the counter and walking into our bedroom. Leaving me with the view of her naked ass.
Someone was about to get a spanking.
• Eighteen •
I imagine that, as a child, he only needed someone to let him feel safe and give him the opportunity to display his sense of security.
Capri
I’d been living with Thatcher for six months, yet I had only been in his parent’s mansion a handful of times and only once since we’d become a couple. Although this was a family meal to celebrate his father’s birthday, and Sebastian would be here with Royal as well, I was still nervous. One would think that Thatcher was the most intimidating member of the family, so I should have no problem doing this. But for me, it was his mother that I felt unsure about. We barely knew each other. Stellan came to the stables, and I’d spoken to him many times. Both he and Mandilyn had been at the Breeders Cup, but even there, she’d done nothing more than give me a tight smile.
It wasn’t like Thatcher was close to her. He rarely spoke of her. Which made my chest ache when I thought about it, so I tried not to. Thinking of that little boy whose mother hadn’t nurtured him properly broke my heart.
“Relax, Little Doll,” Thatcher said, leaning close to my ear.
I glanced up at him as he straightened back up. He winked at me. I tried to do as he said, but my body remained stiff. I couldn’t help it.
I heard feminine laughter as we walked closer to the drawing room or whatever the lady who had met us at the door had told Thatcher where everyone was gathered. She’d been flustered when he walked inside without ringing a bell, or like most people, he just made her nervous.
“I was on the verge of being completely appalled until the sales lady agreed and sold me the purse for twenty-five percent off,” I heard his mother say just as we entered the room.
Sebastian sat on a white velvet sofa, his ankle propped on the opposite knee and a glass of amber liquor in his hand. Royal sat by his side, beaming at whatever Mandilyn said as Stellan poured a glass of something at the bar. Mandilyn was the first to notice us, perched on the edge of a chair, her legs crossed straight, looking regal. Her gaze lost its warmth when they met Thatcher and then me.
Sebastian turned his head to see us, and his smile grew. “About time,” he called out. “I was beginning to think I needed to come rescue Capri.”
Thatcher shot his brother an unamused glance. He then turned to me. “What would you like to drink?” he asked me as if no one else was in the room worth greeting.
I started to say water when I decided I might need something stronger for this. “Champagne?” I asked.
He squeezed my hip once before striding over to where his father was.
“Sit, Capri. We were just listening to Mom share her first bargain shopping experience with Royal,” Sebastian explained.
My eyes shifted to Royal’s as I sat. She was grinning as she looked from Sebastian to me. I tried not to let it bother me that Mandilyn had gone shopping with Royal but never once tried to spend any time with me, and I’d been with Thatcher longer than she had Sebastian. I shoved that aside. That was a silly thing to think about.
Stellan took his glass and turned around, giving me a nod. “Hello, Capri,” he said in greeting.