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)
Colton’s brows slammed down, and he looked pissed. “Hook-up? I am not your hook-up, little girl.” He gave my pussy a light slap, then brought his fingers to his mouth, licked my arousal from them.
I dragged my lower lip through my teeth and mewled at the wicked pain/pleasure. “Wh-what are you, then?”
He glowered for a moment, but it was like he couldn’t figure out what to say. “I’m the guy who’s about to torture your sweet little body, Marina. Your leaving made me out of control. Now it’s your turn to know what it feels like. And you’re gonna take it like a good girl.”
My lashes fluttered as my eyes rolled back in my head.
“I know. Just for fun. Just for now. I thought last night was a one-off, but… okay. I’ll take a little more dick.”
“Dick? How about my mouth first?”
He dropped back down between my tied legs, parted me with his thumbs and trailed the tip of his tongue in a slow line around all my lady bits.
The trembling in my inner thighs increased. Even more heat flooded my lower region. The surface of my skin prickled everywhere, sensitized for his touch. He traced a tiny circle around my clit. I cried out, my thighs thrashing. I wanted to close them around his head, to kick out at the incredible sensations, but he’d tied me too well.
“Ohhhh,” I moaned. “Please.”
He lifted his head, his lips glossy with my juices. He traded his tongue for his thumb, rubbing lightly over my magic button. “Please let you come?”
I nodded vigorously. “Yes.” It came out as more of a gasp than a word.
He switched and plunged his thumb into my pussy as he shook his head. “I don’t think so.” There was a wicked smirk on his face that cut through the haze of lust. He rubbed his palm over my clit as he plunged his thumb in and out, then lowered his head to use his tongue again.
“Wh-what?”
I don’t know why I was talking. His tongue was where I needed it—I shouldn’t interrupt him. He lifted his head and pulled his thumb out. “This is punishment, sweetness.” He slapped my clit lightly with his fingertips, and I jerked. “I think I’ll keep you on edge for hours.”
“Oh!” It was all I could think to say. Dismay and lust simultaneously slammed through me and collided, leaving me stupid and panting.
Colton returned to licking and stroking while I grew more feverish.
“Colton,” I started pleading. “I need… I need.”
“Oh, I know what you need, little girl. You need to be taught a lesson.”
“I’m sorry!” I exclaimed. And I really was. Of course, I would also say anything at that moment to get him to bring me to orgasm.
“You’re sorry you ran away from me?” he demanded, pushing my asscheeks open and rimming my anus.
I moaned. Loud. In the motel room, Colton had played with my ass with his finger. But this? It was soooo naughty. Especially because it felt so good. How did he know I liked all this stuff when I didn’t even know myself?
He lifted his head again. “While I love hearing you get off, it’s just for me. Not for everyone downstairs.”
“Then stop doing that,” I snapped.
He slapped my pussy again. “You want me to stop?” He shrugged, then sat up. “Okay, I’ll stop. You can go back downstairs with hard nipples and a needy pussy.”
“No.” I tugged on my hands, which tugged on my throat. “No, don’t stop.”
“That’s right. Because you need what only I can give you.” He circled a finger around my entrance, coated it in my cream, then smeared it over my back entrance. “You like ass play, don’t you, naughty girl?”
“With you,” I whispered.
He groaned. “Then you’ll get me. In there.”
I squirmed, equally aroused and fearful of the idea. I’d seen his dick, knew how big it was. He was a tight fit in my pussy. “Now?”
The corner of his mouth turned up. “No lube. I didn’t get around to ass fucking in my childhood bedroom.”
I wasn’t sure if I was disappointed or relieved.
“The way you’re writhing on the bed, I’m not so sure if it would be a punishment, anyway.”
“Colton,” I breathed.
He grabbed my t-shirt off the floor. “Here. Put this in your mouth to quiet you down.” Rolling it into a pseudo-twist, he set the center in front of my mouth. I looked up at him, at how he was so fucking patient, and opened. I bit down on it, my mouth wetting the fabric. I could spit it out, but he was right. I was loud with him, and while the house was big, my sister was downstairs. And Colton’s brothers. And the ranch hands. I had no doubt they knew what we were up to, but I wasn’t sure if I could face any of them if they’d heard me scream and beg and whimper Colton’s name.