Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 62314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 312(@200wpm)___ 249(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 312(@200wpm)___ 249(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
“Not this little sister.” His words came out as a dark rumble as his gaze roved over me, honing in on my breasts. “But you are in so much trouble with me, little girl.”
He took a deep breath, his nostrils flaring. I remembered this action from the night before, as if he were trying to breathe me in. A thrill of excitement shot up my spine, and my panties grew damp.
“So you said,” I purred, feigning more confidence than I had. But he had enough confidence and experience for the both of us. Who marched in, threw a girl he only had sex with once—make that twice—over his shoulder and carried her to his room?
I guessed he knew I was receptive.
And he was possessive. I loved that.
He hooked his thumbs in my yoga pants and dragged them down my thighs. Wow. Okay, I guessed we were doing this. He wasted no time in getting right to it. I kicked off my shoes, so I could step out of the pants. I was in nothing but my G-string, and Colton growled like a wild animal, stroking his hands up and down my legs like he couldn’t get enough of me.
But then he pulled my torso down over one thigh and onto the bed and gave my ass three hard spanks. I bucked.
“Eek! Ow! Oh my God!” I wriggled, a little scared, a little offended. A lot turned on.
“That’s not going to work.” He was already rubbing away the sting, his big palm squeezing and massaging my smarting cheeks. “That’s gonna be way too loud, isn’t it, little girl? Marina,” he added, like he wanted to get used to saying my name. “We wouldn’t want the whole ranch to hear you get your spanking.”
Oh Jesus. Why did that make my belly flip and fresh arousal seep between my legs?
He kept me in that position, though, squeezing and massaging my ass, rubbing his fingers through my wetness. “I have to admit, I’m glad you knew who I was.”
“I’m glad you don’t have a problem with little sisters.”
His hand circling my ass went still. “Exactly how little are we talking?” He sounded slightly choked.
Oh crap. I didn’t want this to stop. Would he think twenty-one was too young? He had to be ten years older than I was.
“I’m legal, if that’s what you’re worried about,” I said tartly.
He gave me two more spanks that made me squeal. “I asked you a question, sweetness.” He massaged my ass again, and my core turned molten. “I expect an answer.”
“Twenty-one.”
“Twenty-one,” he repeated, and I swore I heard disappointment in his tone. “And still in college. How many years left?”
“One.”
“Fuck,” he muttered and lifted me from his thigh.
“What?” I sat on his opposite knee and eyed him, suddenly feeling exposed. I was completely naked, and he had all his clothes on. And he’d stopped our fun time. Was he changing his mind about having sex now? “It’s not like you’re that old.”
Please, no. Don’t shut this down. I needed this. My body needed this. My spirit needed this.
He shook his head, cupping my breast. I bit my lip and rocked on his lap to keep from moaning wantonly. He already had me burning everywhere for him. “Older than you. Not just in years, but in life. The shit I’ve seen… ” He sounded like he was convincing himself.
I thought of the nightmare he had the night before, knew he’d been deployed. He was right, I’d barely lived in comparison. So while I was riled, I couldn’t be mad at him for serving our country while I was in elementary school. “I know you’re going back to your base. You’ve made that very clear.”
“And you’re going back to college. You're young. It’s all right. I can work with it.”
Ha. I knew I had been right to keep my identity a secret last night. He did have qualms but was eager for more as much as me.
I moved to straddle him, ready to move this thing forward, but his lips tipped up, and he gripped my waist. “Uh uh. You are not in charge here, Marina. And I believe punishment is still in order.”
Lordy. Every time he said punishment my pussy clenched. “What’s my punishment?” I sounded out of breath.
“Hmm.” He lifted me off his knee and followed me to stand. “Spanking’s too loud. I think you might need to be tied up and eaten.”
Everything clenched. Pussy. Anus. Diaphragm. Yes, please, Mr. Wolf.
“Oh my God. I’m going to be eaten by the big, bad Wolf.”
Colton smirked. “You have no idea, little girl.” He picked me up by the waist like dead-lifting a hundred and ten pounds was a total cinch and tossed me on my back on the bed. I sat up and scooted back, a nervous laugh escaping my lips as he loomed over me, then grabbed my ankles and tugged them wide. “Don’t move. You stay right where I put you.” He walked to the dresser and pulled open a drawer. “Hmm. What will I tie you with?” He shut the top drawer and opened the next one, using one hand to scoot things around as he peered in. “Uh huh.” He pulled out a wrinkled navy blue tie and tossed it on the bed. Then a red one. Then silver.