Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 41679 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 208(@200wpm)___ 167(@250wpm)___ 139(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41679 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 208(@200wpm)___ 167(@250wpm)___ 139(@300wpm)
“Don’t stop,” I moan.
“I won’t.” His fingers dig into my jaw. Not enough to hurt, but he’s losing control. That knowledge drives my lust higher, lures my orgasm closer. “Your pussy is too good. I can’t stop fucking you. No matter who walks into this room. Not until you come and I fill you up. That’s what you want, isn’t it, dirty girl? For me to fuck you all night and then for you to go to breakfast with your parents all filled up with my come. If you were quiet, they wouldn’t know what a little slut you’ve been.” He curses and drives into me harder. “But you can’t be quiet, can you? Fuck. We’re going to get caught.”
9
We’re going to get caught.
My orgasm sweeps me under. I scream against his palm and surge up, trying to take him deeper. Jonas immediately understands what I need. He wrenches my leg higher and keeps fucking me, one orgasm rolling into a second as he follows me over the edge, his strokes getting harsher and rougher until he grinds into me, filling me up just like he promised.
I expect him to move back, to put some distance between us, but Jonas releases my leg and settles more firmly between my legs. He carefully removes his hand from my mouth and leans back enough to study my expression. Whatever shell-shocked expression is on my face must satisfy him, because he drifts his fingers across the damp hair at my temple. “You’re terrible at following instructions, baby girl.”
“Sorry?”
“No, you’re not.”
A goofy smile pulls at the edges of my lips. “No, I’m not.” I give his ass a squeeze and coast my hands up under his shirt to the muscles of his back. I sigh a little. “I would really like you to be naked, Jonas.”
“You’ve been disobedient from the very start, and you keep making demands.” His gaze drops to my mouth, which is right around the moment when I realize that he hasn’t kissed me. Something akin to disappointment lodges in my chest, but with my body still practically vibrating from the pleasure of those orgasms, it feels flimsy at best. Who cares if he’s not a kisser? He’s giving me what I wanted; asking for more would just be greedy.
I feel extremely greedy right now.
I lick my lips, watching him watch the movement. “Are you going to…punish me?”
“Do you think you deserve it?”
“Probably.” I can’t help a giddy little laugh. “After all, I’ve disappointed you.”
Jonas strokes my temple again, his expression going contemplative. I can’t tell what’s part of the game and what’s reality in this moment. He’s looking at me like he can pull my thoughts directly out of my head. I could tell him it’s pointless to put in that much work; I’m more than happy to share what I’m thinking. But he’s leading this interaction, has been from the moment he walked into the room and found me with my fingers in my pussy, sniffing his pillow like some kind of horny fool.
Honestly, it’s kind of a relief.
After being in charge of my father’s company for six long months, I am exhausted. I’m tired of making all the calls, all day, every day. Handing over the reins for a weekend filled with roleplaying and pleasure is something I’m only too happy to do. Especially if the rest of the time with Jonas is like this.
He seems to come to a decision and his mouth goes hard. “I ought to put you over my knee.”
There’s no way he misses how my pussy clenches in response to that statement. I grin up at him. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”
“You’re no more sorry now than you were the last time you apologized.” But he doesn’t move back. In fact, I’m mildly shocked to feel his cock hardening inside me again. Jonas thrusts a little. It’s an easier fit now that he’s made room for himself. Still tight enough to steal my breath, but there’s none of the almost-pain that put such a delicious edge on my pleasure.
He glances at the closed door. “I suppose since all that racket didn’t wake up anyone, we can save your punishment for later.”
Just like that, we’re back in the game. It doesn’t matter that this room looks nothing like my childhood one or that we’re alone. Nothing matters but the fantasy we spin around each other. I stroke my hands down his back and arch a little against him. “I can be quiet this time.”
“I don’t believe you.” There’s amusement in his tone, a benevolent softening that is just as intoxicating as his disappointment. “However, I’m willing to give you one more chance.”
I already know I’m going to fail. I already anticipate whatever he’ll do in response to that failure.
I’m nodding before he’s finished speaking. “Yes.”
Jonas eases out of me. The loss of him draws a whimper that earns me a sharp look. He climbs to his feet and glances at the door one last time. “It’s a bad idea to keep going.” He refocuses on me, his attention landing on my pussy where I’m still bared from the waist down. “I don’t think I give a fuck.”