Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
“Play with that little pussy for me while I feel it stretch around my big cock.”
I gasp, my fingers rolling over my clit as he drives in deep. I moan, feeling him stretch me so wide, and feeling him fill me so deeply. I’m moving faster, and with more determination as he growls and runs his hands over me. I’m rolling my hips, and feeling like a real woman.
Like his woman.
I start to bounce up and down, rubbing my little clit, tossing my head back, and just letting go as I lose myself in him.
“Let go,” he purrs, cupping my tight ass in his big hands, his eyes burning fiercely into mine. “I want to feel that sweet little pussy drench my balls. I want to watch you shatter and explode all over my big cock as I fill this sweet young cunt with every drop of my cum.”
Jagger pulls me down onto him, his cock pushing so deep and grinding inside of me, and it’s the last thing I can take. I cry out, my entire body exploding as I crash into the orgasm, perched on his thick shaft. I tumble forward, burying myself in his muscled chest as the climax tears through me. Jagger roars, hands gripping me tight as his hips slam against mine. I cry out as I feel him swell up even bigger, before suddenly, I can feel the sticky hot heat of him exploding deep inside of me.
I tumble right into another orgasm as I feel warmth pulsing deep inside, filling me, his sticky cum throbbing deep inside my womb.
“All mine,” he whispers.
“All yours,” I say softly.
8
Jagger
I find her in the study later, after our shower where I soothed whatever soreness I left her with with my tongue between her legs. She’s wearing an old t-shirt of mine, and while it positively envelopes her like a knee-length robe, it’s also somehow the sexiest I’ve ever seen her.
So young, so perfect, so untouched.
Well, except by me.
She’s like an angel, bathed in moonlight off the ocean when I step into the glass-walled room with two cups of tea.
“Oh, sorry,” she says quickly, whirling to look at me as I step into the office
“Don’t be.”
“I wasn't sure if I could be in here,” she says with a shallow shrug.
It’s then that she realizes I’m naked, and I can see the blush even in the darkness of the room.
“Yes?” I say with a wicked grin, loving the way she bites her lip as I step closer.
“Don't you have house staff? Guards?”
I shrug. “Yes.”
“And?”
“And they don’t mind. Or I don’t care if they mind. It’s my house. And it is a glass one, at that. I’ve got nothing to hide.”
She smiles bashfully, glancing down at my half hard cock. I can see the flush creeping across her neck, and it stirs something in me.
“And of course you can be in here,” I purr, setting the mugs down on my desk and scooping her up. I press her again the glass wall overlooking the ocean, hungry for her all over again.
“You can be anywhere. This is all yours now.”
“You mean that?”
“Of course I do. This is your home, if you wish. Here with me.”
She shakes her head, smiling at me incredulously. “This isn’t some dream, is it?”
“Not at all,” I growl. “Or at least not one I’d ever want to wake from. You’re mine now, and all of this is yours.”
She melts against me, little mewling sounds falling from her lips as one of her legs wraps around my waist.
Fast learner. I like that.
My cock throbs rock hard again, pulsing hot against her belly and denied her pussy by way of the thin sheet of cotton of my t-shirt she wears. Our tongues duel before I pull my hungry mouth away and trail it down her neck, leaving reminders of who she belongs to on her skin.
“Just so we’re clear, you will not be naked in this house.”
She grins. “Oh no?”
“No,” I growl.
“Says who?”
She gasps as I grab her tight, pressing myself against her and grabbing her ass possessively.
“Says me,” I purr dangerously, loving how she whimpers and moans against me.
“And why's that?”
“Because good help is hard to find, and I’d have to start killing any of my men who looked at you.”
She blushes, biting her lip again.
“Do you have female help?”
“Excuse me?”
“Female help, around the house.”
I know where she’s going with this, but I make a point of hiding my smile.
“Perhaps.”
“Well maybe I’ll have to start killing them for looking at that,” she nods down at my throbbing dick.
I arch a brow. “Well played. Fine, boxers it is. I do enjoy my cook.”
Skye giggles as I spin her and set her on the desk, passing her the mug of tea. We sit in silence, drinking and looking out over the ocean, just reveling in being alone with each other.