Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 57205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
I get a deep whiff of his masculine scent—soap and a trace of cologne. “What’s that mean?”
“Good girl.” He reaches behind me to unsnap my bra. I’m totally naked now and he’s fully dressed. It’s hot as hell.
“You training me?” Ms. Bluster has to keep pushing.
He wraps my bra around my neck and turns me around, holding it snug against my throat like he’s going to choke me with it. My hand flies to the fabric and my body registers the threat with a rush of endorphins. My pussy registers it all as miraculous foreplay. “You think you’re tamable, doll?” He tugs on the bra, just enough to make me nervous. “I’m not sure you are.”
He releases it, just as abruptly as he used it as a weapon. It falls to the floor, a harmless undergarment once more. “Hands on the counter, baby. Stick your ass out for me.” Once more he reaches past me. I think he’s going for another implement in the bin, but instead he grabs the bottle of olive oil. When he drips some down my crack, I shake my head. “Nuh uh. No way.”
He covers my mouth so I can’t say my safe word. “No, baby. You disrespect me in front of my brothers, you’re going to take it in the ass. Even if it’s just my finger.”
Just his finger.
Shit!
Okay, I can handle this. Right?
Lord, I’m all fluttery and hot. My arousal drips onto my inner thighs. Junior rubs a digit over my anus, circling and massaging it.
It shouldn’t feel so good, but it does. Erotic, pleasurable. Wrong.
But so right.
He works his finger—or maybe thumb—into my ass. I breathe deep and force myself to relax the tight ring of muscles, to let him in. It’s not painful, but it’s horribly embarrassing. It’s humiliating pleasure. Each time he pumps his finger, my pussy grows wetter.
I start moaning. My legs tremble. He keeps at it, thoroughly finger-fucking my ass. Showing me he owns me. He holds his finger in deep and slaps the lower part of my ass where it meets the thigh. He spanks me again and again, all the while twisting his finger around in my ass.
“Ung,” I groan.
“Reach down between your legs and feel how wet that made you.”
I was dying to touch myself, actually. I comply immediately and find my sex swollen and dripping wet. My fingers sink into my pussy without me even meaning to dip them in. He eases his finger out of my anus and shifts to the right of me to wash his hands in the sink.
I work my fingers between my legs because my pussy’s dying for some attention. The tissues are swollen and slick, flooded with my arousal.
Junior returns seconds later, his fingers pushing over mine, rubbing my throbbing clit. “You love having your ass fucked, don’t you, doll?”
All I can do is moan. I’m all hot and needy now. My pussy aches to be filled by him.
“Don’t you?” He slaps my ass.
I want to say no. I really do. I’m still totally scared of butt sex. But damn if I don’t whisper the truth. “Yes.”
“Disrespect me in front of others again and you’re gonna get my cock in your ass.” He bites my ear. “Capiche?” He whispers the word, his hot breath feathering over my ear.
My pussy clenches and he feels it, rubs my clit harder. “Capito,” I murmur.
“Good girl.” He holds my hips and crouches down, lifting one of my knees up toward the counter top and licking into me.
“Oh fuck, Junior.”
I didn’t even know it was possible to be eaten out from behind.
Oh, but it is. And Junior Tacone definitely knows what he’s doing. He licks and sucks and nips. Penetrates me with his stiffened tongue. Penetrates with his fingers while he licks and sucks and nips.
The room fills with the sound of my cries—quiet sex is still not part of my repertoire.
He smacks his lips. “You taste so good, baby.”
“Junior.” My voice is a whine because I really want to come.
He stands up. I turn around, needing to be fucked. Needing to offer myself up. But he shakes his head. “Face the counter.” His lips are glossy with my juices, his voice sounds three octaves lower than usual. He pulls a condom out of his pocket and rips it out. “Now, baby.”
I drag my lower lip through my teeth as I turn around and brace my hands on the counter.
He lifts my knee up like he had it when he ate me out and pushes into me. One hard thrust and he’s buried deep.
I cry out, close my eyes in pleasure. He commands my body—one hand firmly holding up my thigh, the other braced on the counter so I’m caged between his arms and pounds into me.
My eyes roll back in my head and a stream of gibberish flows out of my mouth—some English, some Spanish. Hell, I don’t know, I probably even try to speak Italian for him.