Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 45371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
“Why are you… so… hard?”
Her blush deepens, her words coming slowly, chained by nerves.
It’s difficult for me to answer as her shy hand strokes my length. She hasn’t done this often, her hand trembling. She doesn’t squeeze my cock, but palms it slowly, nervously, and perfectly. It’s so much better this way.
“Because you’re so damn sexy,” I growl.
If I could sense my young woman had done this many times before, I’d be obligated to hunt down any bastard who’s ever been intimate with her. Hunt him down and force him to pay a blood price for daring to touch my woman. Only I’m allowed to touch her.
“Keep rubbing,” I tell her, “and stick your ass out.”
“You can’t make me do this.”
But she doesn’t stop, her hand stroking up and down.
She stares up at me as though with fascination. Maybe she’s amazed by how completely captivated I am with her, fully and instantly obsessed as my tip swells.
“Stick. Your. Ass. Out.”
I grab her hips and push her a little, guiding her.
Looking down, I groan as her skirt stretches across her thick, juicy ass. It’s like I can taste her flesh, the sweat, the tanginess of her pleasure, and feel the texture of her soft creamy skin against my teeth.
“Good girl,” I growl, then spank her lightly.
She moans. “I’ve never been spanked before.”
“You like it. I can tell.”
“Nah-uh,” she whimpers, shaking her head, but her hand keeps moving.
She can deny it all she wants, but she’s doing it, and her thick body is writhing with pleasure each time I spank her. Again, again, again.
She pushes her ass out, giving me the best view. My cock is on fire, my tip flowing with endless precome, my underwear sticky as she continues.
“You better not have a boyfriend,” I snap.
“I don’t,” she whispers. “I’ve never had much luck there.”
“Good.”
I roar the word as I grab her hips and lift her off her feet. She giggles and squeals like she’s not sure how to feel, and then I carry her to the bed and flip her over.
“Stick. Your. Fucking. Ass. Out. Now.”
She’s on all fours, arching her back, her whole body shaking as she does what she’s told.
Cameron’s daughter. Isla’s daughter.
I can’t think in those terms. All I can think about is the roundness of her ass and her thickness. My hands fly to her skirt and hike it up. Then I grab her tights and panties, pulling them down around her knees, revealing her bare ass.
“What are you doing?” she breathes.
“Tell me to stop,” I snarl, smoothing my hand over her naked rear, her creamy flesh, so much to indulge in and obsess over. “Go on, Bonnie. No, you like it. I can tell.”
“I don’t,” she whispers.
“Tell me to stop, and I will.”
She says nothing as I trail my fingers up her inner thighs, getting closer to her sex. It shines in the sunlight shafting through the window. Nobody can see into this bedroom. The angle of the window ensures that. If one of my men saw her bent over with that soaked slit on display, it’d be the last thing they ever saw.
“No?” I say savagely. “I told you. You want this. You can lie, but your soaked slit can’t.”
She whimpers intoxicatingly when my fingers reach her pussy. Wetness smears over her folds and drenches her hole.
“Are you going to be a good, obedient girl?” I snarl, spanking her with my free hand while my other finger circles her entrance.
“No,” she hisses, staring at me over her shoulders.
Her wide eyes tell me, Keep going, don’t stop.
But my woman needs to keep her honor.
“Horny thing. You want me to spank you again?”
I spank her. Reverberations capture her roundness, causing her to shimmer.
“You’re sick,” she hisses.
“Why are you so wet if I’m so sick?” I growl.
She gasps when I slide my finger inside of her. My manhood flares at the tip when I feel how tight she is, a preview of what she’ll feel like when she’s wrapped around my greedy cock.
“Tell me to stop,” I snap, “and I will.”
But when I slip my finger in and out, she says nothing, instead gifting me the sweetest moans as she shifts her hips in time with me. I knew I’d get her to do any damn thing I wanted.
CHAPTER FIVE
Bonnie
How has this happened? It’s like I’ve sacrificed my common sense at the altar of my need.
He says I can make him stop if I just say it, but each time he spanks me—lightly, not hurting—it’s like my body wants him more and more. Now I’m staring at him over my shoulder as he slips his finger inside me, his other hand caressing the place he spanked.
“You’re going to come for me,” he snarls. “Then I’ll leave you here to think about your manners.”
“Don’t you want to spank me again?” I say.