Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72325 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72325 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
I couldn’t help squeezing her cheeks with both hands. I’d always considered myself more of a breast man than an ass man, but Maggie was making me change my mind.
But… I had a job to do. There was a prisoner who needed to be punished, and I suspected she’d be pretty damn disappointed if I didn’t do my duty.
Moving to the side, I took her wrists in my hand again, pulling my other one back. “Are you ready?” I asked.
“Yes,” she answered quietly.
I took one last second to savor the sight of her unblemished skin and then brought my hand down. She yelped and my cock twitched in my pants. The feeling of my palm connecting with her sweet ass was almost indescribable. “That’s one,” I breathed.
By four, she was writhing on the couch, her reddened cheeks bouncing up and down.
By six, there was a trail of moisture along the inside of her thighs.
By eight, she was panting and moaning.
By twelve, she seemed nearly about to come. I was sure close.
“Good girl,” I whispered, running my fingers lightly over her red skin. “Punishment’s over, sweetheart.”
She didn’t move, and I couldn’t stop myself. I knelt down, pressing my lips against her heated cheeks. She moaned as I nibbled and licked, and I grinned when her thighs inched apart.
Placing my hand on either one, I spread them further, revealing her pretty pussy. Her lips were red, and plump, and from the way she was squirming, I knew she was dying to be touched there.
Who was I to disappoint her? I pushed her legs apart even more, and I felt her brace her hands against the cushions of the sofa. I pushed my nose against her slit, breathing in deeply.
She was utter perfection and I wanted to feel her come on my face.
My tongue dipped out, lapping at the moisture as I gripped her thighs harder, holding her still. After several long licks the length of her slit, I let my tongue dip into her folds, tasting more of her arousal.
I curled my fingers around her ass cheeks spreading her open to get better access, and she groaned in anticipation.
When I brushed my tongue past her pleasure center, she cried out, the heaving of her chest making the whole sofa shake. “Oh god,” she moaned.
That’s what I wanted… to make her moan and never let her stop. I pressed my tongue against her opening, swirling it around. She froze in anticipation with my tongue poised to plunge in.
Except it didn’t. Instead, I returned to her clit and slid two fingers into her tight channel. She gasped as I pumped them in and out, working her into a frenzy. There was no going back now—I was determined to push her to the brink and then right over it.
“Oh god,” she panted as I pumped my fingers in and out of her. I worked her clit with my tongue, no more hesitant little licks. I sucked on it. I nibbled on it. I owned it, as I claimed her pussy with my fingers.
“God, please,” she cried out as her legs trembled on either side of my head. “Please.”
I didn’t know what the fuck she was begging for, but I was determined to give it to her anyway. I pushed my fingers deep inside her and spread her at the same time I sucked hard on her clit. She screamed and thrashed around on the couch, her legs kicking out.
But she wasn’t going anywhere—not until I milked her orgasm for everything it was worth.
Her throaty little cries filled the room as her limbs flailed around. And still I didn’t let up. I flicked my tongue over her lips. I filled her pussy with my fingers again and again and again. At last, her legs stilled as her body went limp. Were it not for the harshness of her breathing, I might’ve thought she’d passed out.
My tongue stilled and I eased my fingers out of her soaked channel. I stood up, very aware of my throbbing erection, but this wasn’t about me. It was about establishing some trust with her again.
I pulled her panties up and worked her skirt back into place, but she still didn’t move. When I gathered her up, she was as limp as a ragdoll. Her eyes were glazed, and her breathing was still a little faster than usual.
Lifting her to my chest, I walked around the sofa, sitting down where her head had been seconds ago. She rested her head against my chest, and I cradled her in my arms for a very long time.
One thing was for certain. Touching her for real was even better than it had been in my dreams.
14
JULIAN
None of it added up. Roselli had nearly blown us up in North Haven as either a warning or punishment for going rogue with a bank job. And then he’d sent Baxter to blow up the Rusty Bucket as further punishment?