Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80511 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80511 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
As much as it turned me on to watch her get pissed, I wasn’t in the mood for talking. I’d spent the entire day on a plane, and all I wanted was pussy and a comfortable bed for fucking. My hands dug into her hair, and I silenced her mood with a kiss.
It worked. She kissed me back right away, falling for my soft lips and the purposeful way I embraced her. She liked to be in charge of her life, but the second we were together, she gave me the reins. She acted like she didn’t care, but she liked having a man in charge, a man authoritative enough to put her in her place.
And I liked having a woman to put in place.
I scooped her into my arms and carried her upstairs to her bedroom. Just thinking about how incredible her pussy was made my cock twitch in my boxers. I’d been thinking about it all day, thinking about the moment I could sink deep inside it.
I laid her on the bed and pulled off her shorts and panties. The second those were gone, I looked at her perfect pussy, those succulent lips and that delicious nub. My boxers hit the floor, and then I pressed my face in her cunt, kissing the area I missed so much. I didn’t go down on women because foreplay wasn’t important to me. But Siena’s pussy was just too intoxicating to ignore. I didn’t do it to make her feel good. I did it because I wanted to.
Her legs widened, and she moaned as she felt me suck her clit into my mouth. She writhed slightly, tilting her hips so her pussy could get farther inside me.
I loved the way she tasted, the way she smelled. I loved feeling the inside of her slit with my tongue. Two women used to bore me, but this single woman captured all my attention, and all the others were forgotten.
I moved up her body and pinned her knees back with my arms. Missionary was boring as hell, and I preferred having a woman on her stomach. Having a beautiful ass in my face was what I wanted most. But with Siena, I liked kissing her, staring at her tits, and watching every reaction she had to me. I liked shoving myself as deep as I could go and listening to her moan in response. “Miss me?” I sank deep inside her, my cock pushing through my saliva and her wetness as I descended. I couldn’t keep the moan out of my voice as I sank deeper, finally getting the pussy I’d been thinking about all day. I’d always been a passionate man who needed sex constantly, but she elevated me to a new level.
When my cock was completely inside her, she dug her fingers into my hair. “Yes…I missed you.” She breathed a deep sigh like it was her first breath of fresh air. Her fingers yanked on my strands, and her nails dug into my skull.
I’d conquered a woman who wasn’t easily conquered. I put her stubborn attitude in check and made her surrender to me. Last time I was with her, I established the dynamics of the relationship—and put her in her place. Now she was more responsive to me, becoming the subservient woman only a man like me could create. “I’ve been thinking about this cunt all day.” I thrust into her hard, rocking her with my momentum as I took control of her headboard. Men had been where I was before, but now I wanted to erase them, to make her think of me when she took on a new lover.
I’d never been excited to be with one woman, to stare out the window from the back seat of the car and fantasize about her. A man like me could have any kind of sex he wanted. I could have women in whips and chains with the snap of a finger. But all I wanted was this woman, this small but fierce woman. “I’ve been thinking about your cock since the moment you left.”
Her bedroom had a queen-size bed, a large window right behind it that extended into a nook, a master bathroom with one sink and a tub as part of the shower. It wasn’t luxurious by any means, but it was well-decorated and reflected her personality. There was a vase of flowers sitting on her vanity, a picture frame with a photo of her and her mother beside it. There were different colored blankets at the foot of the bed and paintings of the Italian landscape on the walls. The entire room was the size of my closet.
I woke up the following morning with her sound asleep beside me. Her arm was hooked around my waist, and her leg was tucked between my knees. She snuggled with me like I was her favorite stuffed animal.