Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 66909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
“Yes,” I purr as he begins to roll the sensitive skin, to twist, to pull.
Every tug sends a bolt of electricity straight to my clit, seeking the same attention, needy for its own touch.
Nick’s dark head bends, his mouth opens to draw one nipple between his lips. His tongue rasps over the aching peak before his lips close and he sucks hard. I feel my pussy flood and pulse with every ministration. I never imagined there could be such a connection between my breasts and my sex. I can’t stop either the soft moans and mewls or the shifting of my hips. I have no shame, and no desire to hide what I truly want.
Nick moves from breast to breast, taking his time, until my feet are drumming on the desk, and I feel on the very brink of discovering I can climax from breast play alone, only to be denied. Where I wanted to demand he hurry up and fill me, now all I want is for him to continue sucking and nibbling on my nipples and surrounding area, yet it appears he has other plans.
His tongue draws a path down my torso, dipping to swirl inside my belly button, the new sensation is one that again sends a bolt of desire straight south as he begins to move back. Once he’s kneeling, my thighs on either side of his body, he slides a hand beneath each one, lifting my legs to place them over his shoulders. I moan, feeling my face heat when his eyes settle on my pussy so blatantly displayed as he lifts my hips off the desk, forcing my shoulders to take my weight.
I groan as his hands move to cup the cheeks of my ass.
“Should I fuck your pussy or your ass?” Nicks asks, his rough fingers scraping across my sensitive flesh.
I don’t need to answer. I know I have no choice in this. The decision has been made and all I can do is tighten my grip around the desk, wait for what’s to come, and allow his touch to reignite the fire his dominance ignites.
I should hate him for how he believes he can fuck my ass at will.
And I do.
But I want more of that hate. Hate feels so fucking good.
My eyes slam shut the moment I feel his touch on my anus once again. The memories of him taking me there in so many ways, the knowledge that I’d surrendered my virgin ass as well as my belief that anal sex is not my sexual kink makes my blood rush and my pussy spasm.
“You like when I play with your ass, don’t you?” he asks, a finger slipping inside that dark, used once little hole, to swirl around, to pull out.
I shriek when his palm connects with my ass, my eyes flying open in shock to meet his.
“I asked you a question,” he says, his finger returning to dip inside again.
“Yes,” I answer. “Yes, I liked when you fucked my ass—hard.”
“And do you want me to fuck this ass over and over again?” He strokes in and out of my ass slow and steady, as if he has all the time in the world.
I hesitate, wondering how to answer.
If I lie, will he know? If I tell the truth, what will he think? Will he think I’m a slut? That I am nothing more than a whore? It’s so tempting to lie, to play the part of some injured party who was forced to be fucked in the ass, and yet I know the truth.
Someone who didn’t enjoy the act surely would not have begged to come, someone who hadn’t needed a single touch to her clit… the cock pounding in her ass enough to cause her to implode.
“Yes, I do.” I lean up a little so I can see his face. “But please fuck my pussy. Please.”
“If I fuck your pussy, then you’ve met the terms of the contract.”
“Your point?”
“I don’t want to let you go. Ever.”
“Nick,” I say, trying to not overthink or read into what his words mean exactly, I focus on what my body is demanding and ignore the rest for now. “Please fuck my pussy. Please.”
“Show me how much you want that pussy of yours fucked,” he says, unbuttoning his pants and pausing for me to take over.
I close my eyes for a moment, searching my entire being for the courage for what I’m about to do.
I tentatively press my palm to his chest. “I want to taste you.” I lower my hand to the bulge in his pants. “I want to feel your cock between my lips.” I quickly lower his pants, releasing him from the confinement. “I want to show you that I can be just as dark as you if you would allow me. I want to rape you with my mouth. I want to take you. I want to steal from you.”