Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 168587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 843(@200wpm)___ 674(@250wpm)___ 562(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 168587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 843(@200wpm)___ 674(@250wpm)___ 562(@300wpm)
I go to get up, to fall to my knees in the middle of the bathroom for him, but he wraps his hand around my throat and holds me in place. “You’ll stay right where you are until I tell you to move.”
My eyes roll back into my head, and I’m gasping for air. Fuck, my nipples are on fire, but it feels so good. Opening my eyes, I see his free hand has his cell in it. He sets it down on the counter.
“You’ve got ten minutes.”
He set a timer. I moan impatiently. “Are you going to fuck me?”
He chuckles. “What kind of husband would I be if I only gave you ten minutes?”
I whimper. “Please.” My hips rock, my ass sliding on the cold marble countertop.
“That what you want, Lake? For me to turn you around, bend you over, and fuck your cunt? Hmm? You want my cum dripping out of your pussy the rest of the night?” He slaps the side of my breast, making me whimper. The action has the cylinder jerking at the movement and pulls on my nipple.
“Yes.”
“Want everyone to see how desperate you are to be fucked like the slut you are?”
That’s exactly what I am—desperate. My nipples feel like teeth are nibbling on them, and my clit is pulsing. “Please, sir…”
His hand tightens around my throat, and he leans his face into mine. I look up at him through my lashes. “What did you just call me?” His low and dark growl only fuels my need for him to fuck me.
“Sir,” I say, my lips parted, trying to breathe. He hasn’t cut off my air completely, but he’s close.
I’ve never been the girl who got turned on by the thought of role-play. But right now, I’d drop to my knees, pucker up my lips and call him Daddy if it meant he’d let me suck on his dick like it was my own personal pacifier. So I say, “Please, sir, fuck me.”
His lips attack mine, and I wrap my legs around him once more. My hands grip his ass while his free hand massages my breast. He takes my air away with the one around my throat, and I don’t even care. There’s no fight for survival in a single bone in my body right now. Just raw fucking desire. A needy bitch for cock.
He pulls away, arm stretched out, holding my head in place. “Don’t move,” he commands, letting me go. My neck and back arches while I suck in a deep breath.
He grabs the small bench underneath the countertop for the vanity. He then grabs my ankles and places my bare feet at each end, my legs open wide for him. My soaked pussy on display.
He runs his thumb over my wet lips, and I close my eyes in victory.
“Is this what you want?” He pushes one finger into me.
“More,” I breathe. My nipples are throbbing. The sensation seems to intensify with every second.
He enters a second. “My wife is soaked.”
“Yes.” I nod, practically crying.
I open my eyes, lift my head, and see him fall to his knees on the bench between my open legs. His hands go underneath my knees, lifting them, and he pulls them to drape over his shoulders. Yanking my ass to the end of the counter, he keeps his eyes on mine as he runs his tongue over my pussy. He gets to my clit and sucks it into his mouth and I’m saying things that don’t make sense.
My chest rises and falls fast with each rapid breath, and it makes the cylinders jerk, pulling on my nipples while he sucks on my clit. I’m so close to coming when he pulls away.
I slump on the countertop, and he stands, placing my feet back on the bench. Reaching out, he grabs my right breast and twists the end once more, intensifying the sting of my nipple, and I’m gasping. He then does the other. “Ty-son.” My back arches, trying to reach out for him, needing him to come kiss me.
I’m shaking violently. I never knew a body could need something so much. It’s an addiction. A high that I’d beg him for.
He grabs my arms, yanks me from the countertop, and turns me to face the mirror. “Knees on the bench. Spread them wide open for me.”
He helps me, my legs shake so much, and I get up on the white leather bench and spread my legs as wide as I can. The action pushes my ass out behind me.
Picking up the mascara I had dropped when he entered, he hands it to me. “Finish your makeup, Mrs. Crawford.”
I don’t know why, but the way he calls me Mrs. Crawford makes it even sexier. I watch him in the mirror as he drops his eyes to my naked body, and he steps up behind me. His hand falls between my parted legs and gently rubs his fingers over my pussy. His fingers lazily play with my cunt, teasing me, knowing I want his cock. Removing them, he slaps my ass. “Makeup, Lake.”