Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 56257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Then I see her on the bed, a blanket messy around her legs, the sheets wrinkled, and her face all flushed, as I remember. I close the door behind me and turn the lock. She stares up like she thinks she’s in a dream.
“What are you doing?” she whispers.
“That’s not the question,” I growl. “The question is… what were you doing?”
She sits up and shakes her head. Her Kindle is facedown on the bed at a strange angle, like she threw it before she… My stiffness gets even firmer. My hunger is even hotter. “Nuh-nothing,” she stutters.
I kneel beside the bed, knowing it’s wrong, yet doing it anyway. It’s like she smells even more tempting this time. “I can smell your wet, hot pussy,” I growl.
She bites her lip. A shiver moves through her. Oh, damn, that just-Mary shiver. It brings me back to that night. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Leaning forward, I trail my hand up her leg, alive to her every twitch, her every moan. I’m a bad man, but I don’t care right now. All that exists is her body blazing through her jeans.
“Don’t lie to me,” I growl, gripping her juicy thigh hard enough to let her know who’s in charge, to let her know she never has to feel guilty about this. “I’m taking advantage of you, Mary.”
She whimpers in that telltale way, wriggling on the sheets, like she doesn’t know what to do with all that lust.
“We can’t,” she whispers.
“I know.” I lean forward. “But it’s me, not you, baby. I’m taking you. Owning you. Doing whatever the fuck I want with your perfect body.”
When I kiss her, she feels like she’s ready to orgasm. The pleasure bursts up through her body. She kisses me with so much hunger, desperately in the hottest way, like she’s been waiting for this as much as I have.
“Why’s your button undone?” I ask with a smirk, slipping my hand down her pants. Oh, fuck. “And why are you wet?”
She looks sexily up at me. “You know why.”
I press my finger against her button, getting the desired result, her cheeks flooding with redness. She moans like she’s already on the edge. “Tell me. Say it.”
“I was touching myself,” she moans.
“And what were you thinking about?” A pause. “Say it,” I demand, rubbing her clit faster, feeling how close she is.
“Us,” she whimpers. “That night.”
“Be specific. You’re making me so hard.”
“Yeah?”
“When you talk like this, fuck, it gets me hard.”
She trembles on the end of my finger, looking up at me with wide, excited eyes. My tip pushes against my pants, precome leaking out of me.
“I was remembering your big, hard dick in me and bouncing against you. Feeling owned by you. Duh-duh…”
“Dominated,” I snarl, slipping my finger slowly into her no-longer-virgin pussy. She’s already so wet for me. How the fuck am I supposed to resist her? How? Ever? “You need me to take control. It’s not you doing this, Mary. It’s me. It’s me taking any damn thing I want from you. Now, I need to feel you creaming on my hand like the obedient thing you are.”
“Oh, fuh…”
She bites down when I start finger fucking her tight hole, slipping in and out, letting her feel all the pleasure she was building up before I walked in here. She’s close to peaking, her body talking to me, quivering around my finger.
“That’s it,” I say sternly. “Come for me. You know it’s wrong. I know it’s wrong, but you’ll do it anyway. Cream all over my hand.”
She bites down as her body trembles so sexily that I almost snap and tear off her pants, but not before I feel her orgasm around my finger. She gasps when she finally falls over the edge, staring up at me with an almost guilty look on her face. I keep my eyes on her, then let out a savage moan.
“Show me your tits. Now.”
“Rust—”
“Now,” I command. I have to focus on this, just us, nothing else. Or the thoughts and the guilt will stack up too high, and I can’t think about that now—just my woman.
She takes off her hoodie, then her top and bra, showing her big, bouncy tits. I palm her sweet pussy some more, gathering her wetness, then rub it all over her tits. “Fuck, the way they shine for me…” I rub her pussy again, smoothing my other hand over her plump breasts until every inch is glistening.
“Is that good?” she asks.
“It’s better than good. You’re fucking perfect. I need you again. So badly. Fuck. Show me your pussy.”
She sits up, gesturing to my groin. She does it nervously like it takes a lot of effort. My dick feels like it’s going to straight-up explode with the tension.
“What about you, huh?” she murmurs. “Don’t you want me to…”