Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 74122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
He bit back a grin. “Fuckin’ naughty girl, yeah?”
“Yes. So bad. I need you to teach me a lesson.”
He ripped open the top drawer in his desk and found what he was looking for. A ruler that had been shoved deep in the back. He had almost thrown it out after finding it in the used desk when he bought it. But he hadn’t. And he was so glad he never did. He finally had a use for it.
“Rulers were made for bad little teachers. Weren’t they?”
She turned her head, brushing the hair out of her eyes. She stiffened when he saw what he was holding.
“Dawson...”
He brought the ruler down on her ass. “Name’s Dawg.”
“Dawson...” she breathed again.
“Dawg,” he repeated as he struck her other ass cheek. She jerked on his lap.
“Dawson... please.”
“Please what? Stop?”
“No,” she moaned. “Don’t stop.”
He struck her twice more with the ruler, once on each cheek. Just enough to leave a mark, then he tossed it onto his desk, letting his fingers brush over the slightly raised welts.
Her ass looked fucking beautiful like that.
“Get up,” he ordered.
She scrambled from his lap, her hair wild, her bottom lip caught between her teeth, her face a mask of ecstasy.
Who knew his baby girl would like it like that?
His balls were so tight, in such pain, his dick so hard. He couldn’t wait much longer.
Raising his hips out of the chair, he unfastened his jeans and shoved them down his thighs, just enough so she’d be able to ride his dick.
Grabbing her wrist, he spun her around and pulled her backwards.
Then reality hit him and, before he could stop her, she sank down, her wet heat surrounding him. All the oxygen fled his lungs as her tight sheath squeezed him, clenched around him.
“Nobody gets that but me,” he growled in her ear. “Got me?”
“Dawson...”
“Got me?” He needed to hear it.
“Yes. Got you.”
He sank his teeth into the smooth flesh at her neck as she rose up and down, crying out every time she sank deep. He reached around her, finding her clit, teasing it, making her grind hard down onto his lap, soaking him.
Fuck. There was nothing between them. Nothing. It felt so fucking good.
But it was so wrong.
He tried to stop his spinning mind. Tried to think responsibly. This wasn’t right.
It wasn’t right.
Emma continued to ride him hard and while his thumb played with her slick nub, his fingers found where they were joined. He dug his other hand into her dress, cupping her tit, thumbing the hard bead of her nipple. She arched her back, dropping her head back onto his shoulder, her breath coming out in hot puffs of air.
Nothing felt as good as when he was inside her. When he became a part of her.
But he had to pull out before he came. He needed to think straight.
Which went to shit when she rode him harder, faster, drawing all the blood from his brain down into his dick. She called out his name over and over, her nails digging into the skin of his arms.
He had to tell her... “Em...”
He had to stop her... “Em...”
Then she arched her back even more, reached down and grabbed his balls, calling out, “I’m coming!”
Ah fuck.
He shoved his face into her neck and, with a curse, blew his load deep inside her.
So much for pulling out.
Why did she have this effect on him? Made his brain turn into fucking mush? Made him lose control?
“Em...”
She turned her head, smiled, squeezed his cheeks together and planted a big fat kiss on his lips. Then she pushed to her feet and tugged her dress down, wiggling it back into place. “I’m going to go clean up and get back to work.”
Then she was gone, and he was left sitting in his office chair with his dick in his hand.
“Fuck, baby girl,” he muttered to the empty room.
Fuck!
Dawg shoved open his bedroom door and was surprised to see what greeted him. Emma laid on her belly on his bed, reading a book. Totally naked.
His eyes immediately were drawn to her ass. He was pleased to see some marks remained from earlier, but worried he’d been too rough.
“You okay?”
“Yes. Why?” she asked distractedly, not pulling her attention from her book.
“Thought maybe you were layin’ on your stomach ‘cause your ass hurts.”
She twisted her head and checked out her own ass. “No. I’m fine.”
“So you didn’t mind that?”
A smile crept across her face. “No. I was actually surprised by how much I liked it.”
Thank fuck.
He shucked his cut and laid it over the nearby chair in the corner of his room. He sat down, unbuckled his boots and yanked them off. Then he approached the bed, tossing the package he’d carried with him into the room onto the bed next to her.
Emma picked up the box, her brows furrowed. “What’s this?”