Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 95147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
I thrashed all around as he pulled me on and off his cock in a series of powerful thrusts that shook my whole body. She was still screaming in my ear, but I couldn’t speak. Hang up the phone, you idiot. Miss. Kitty was trying to save the day, but I couldn’t stop shaking long enough to comply.
Then he flipped me over again until I was on my back beneath him, and he stroked into me hard, once, twice, then took the phone from my hand. “We’re busy here lady.” He hung up the phone and turned back to me. “We’ll talk about your disobedience later.”
I could only nod my head because I’d lost the plot; I had no idea what the hell was going on. I soon found out when he lifted one of my legs in the air and spread it as wide as it would go before drilling into me for all he was worth. “Oh shit!”
That was all I could get out past my lips before they were covered with his. If I had any doubts that I was being punished, that kiss made sure I knew. He chewed on my lips and tongue while below, his cock went to work pummeling my insides.
My body didn’t know what to do with itself if to run or stay there and enjoy. And since Miss. Kitty was in control because all of my senses were now in disarray; you know how that went. I don’t think she’s ever been this wet or this turned on. What day on the water? This was the real deal.
I’m not sure what it was about me answering the phone that had done this to him, but I’d unleashed something in him that I hadn’t seen before. He might’ve thought he was punishing me with those deep hard strokes of his, but I was in heaven.
I pushed back against each thrust of his with a thrust of my own, meeting his hips with mine and not caring one wit about the sounds that came out of me. That leg shook in his hand as I came hard and loud, and my body tried to double in on itself from the immense pleasure, but his much harder frame held me in place.
“What did she want?” Who was he talking about? I didn’t answer and couldn’t anyway after he buried his face in my neck and sunk his teeth into my flesh. That sent another river of shockwaves rushing through me, and I lost my voice screaming.
I think I blacked out for a minute or so, only to awaken to him pounding his cock into me with a rhythmic speed that kept me on the edge before his fingers on my clit sent me headlong into another intense orgasm. I never thought I’d be the girl who had to ask for a break to catch my breath from too many orgasms, but here I am.
“Please….” What the heck was I begging for again? I’d already forgotten.
“Please what?” Now even his voice was making my skin tingle.
“Please, what, what?” He snorted at my inane answer and just kept going.
He twisted himself around enough to reach one of my nipples and sucked it into his mouth. This move had him reaching other as yet untouched places deep inside me, and my eyes rolled back in my head. I’m pretty sure I looked possessed, like I needed an exorcism, with my head thrown back, mouth wide open with no sound because my voice was trapped in my lungs. But I didn’t care.
All that mattered was what he was making me feel. If nothing spectacular ever happens in my life ever again, I’ll always remember that someone had wanted me this much, had loved me like this, as if he couldn’t get enough of me. And that growl at the end when he came was just the icing on top.
“Fuck, forgot the condom again.” How many times have I heard that now? And why couldn’t I bring myself to care? Ever since I met him, I’ve become the poster girl for irresponsible behavior, me, the girl who always did everything right.
I didn’t have time to dwell on it, though, because he drew me into his arms and held me. That’s something else about Mace; he understood the assignment. He knows that the after is just as important as during. His fingers playing with my hair almost put me to sleep, and I was halfway there until I heard the doorbell ring.
You have got to be kidding me. She wouldn’t dare. Who am I kidding? I know from experience that there isn’t much my ex’s mother wouldn’t do to get her own way. I felt the bliss wear off as cold dread overcame me. This is not good.
I started to get out of bed, having no idea that he’d been watching my face and seeing the reactions as they crossed it. “You stay here; I’ll get it.” I started to object, but he was already hopping out of bed and into his pants, no shirt. Oh crap!