Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103753 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 519(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103753 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 519(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
My cheeks flush and I whisper back, “About eight months ago.”
Nipping my ear, he slides his hand down my stomach to my mound and cups it firmly. “After tonight, you’re not gonna want anyone but me.”
That’s what I’m afraid of.
His hand loosens on my most intimate place, and he reaches up to cup my breast. On a squeeze, he orders, “Be still. I want to see you,” then he leans back and away from me.
So there I am, face down, ass up, with all my modesty gone. Feeling a bit like a horse being inspected for sale, I bite my lip, praying to God that he likes what he sees.
A moment passes. Then another. And my heart beats so loud I think he might actually hear the rhythm of the hard thumping.
He doesn’t say a word, and humiliation grips me.
He doesn’t like what he sees. But still, I stay where I am. Doing as I’m told. Like a show pony.
My heart shrinks.
But restarts when his hands come down on my back softly. He moves them lower to my hips, then even lower to my upturned ass. Spreading my ass cheeks, he whispers, “Perfect.”
And warmth flows through my entire body from scalp to toes.
Thank God.
When his thumbs run down the center of my exposed butt, I tense.
Oh, please God. No. Not there.
The very tip of his thumb gently passes over my rosebud and I can’t help it. Gripping the sheets tightly, my body becomes stiff, and I almost yell out stop. But I don’t.
His hand stills on me. The silence is thick. And awkward.
Then there’s Twitch, always thinking of the big picture. “You don’t want me to do this?” His thumb slides down my ass crack, stilling a moment where it makes me sweat. “I thought we had a deal. That this body was all mine tonight.”
I don’t know what to say to that. Placing his thumb back where I fear it most, he states, “This body is mine to do with what I want. And if you’re good, I’ll make you come. If you’re bad, I’ll leave you hanging. In saying that, I know you’re going to be a good girl. Because you definitely don’t want to disappoint me. Do you, Lexi?”
The thought of disappointing Twitch makes my stomach flip…in a bad way.
“No, Twitch.”
His thumb rubs the puckered flesh more firmly. Leaning over me, he spits right on my back entrance, and I tense as the wet warmth slowly slides down the parted flesh. My mind yells at me as he pushes the tip of his thumb into my back entrance half an inch. He doesn’t make a move to push it deeper. And I know what this is. I get it.
This is Twitch asserting his role. This is Twitch showing me who’s boss.
And even though the thought of his length up my wrong-end makes me cringe, I like the dominance he’s displaying. He’s turning me on so much that I all but forget where his thumb is. He continues his slow, torturous assault on me and I fell myself getting wetter. The thought of his length penetrating me there makes me cringe but his dominance is turning me on so much that I almost want it. This is just how I pictured it in my head.
Raw and gritty, and dirty as hell.
And it’s not often you see your fantasies come to life. This fantasy though? It’s scaring the shit out of me. I wonder if I’ll wake up soon to find this was all a dream.
Caught up in concentrating on my breathing, I haven’t even noticed Twitch move until he places the tip of his cock at my entrance. The warmth of him makes me gasp lightly.
Oh, I want this so badly!
Removing his thumb from me, I breathe a sigh of relief, and leaning forward, he whispers into my ear, “Good girl.”
Gripping himself, he works the head of his cock up and down my folds, transferring my arousal onto him. He doesn’t say a single word when he slowly pushes into me. I feel the balls of his piercing slide past my entrance, and it adds a sensation I’ve never felt before. I’m subconsciously aware of it being there, but not in a bad or distracting way. He doesn’t have to say a damn thing. He pushes further into me and I gasp lightly. The feel of him – the thickness of him – makes me feel fuller than I’ve ever been. I feel as if a lost part of me has returned.
A dangerous thought. One I don’t actually want to think about.
My eyes close, and I let out a soft sigh as his hand comes around my waist once more, and he pulls me back gently as he pushes forward. It’s a strange feeling! The balls of his piercing hit something deep inside of me, and my entire body tingles. Toes curling, I grip the sheets tightly and moan out loud. I yelp when Twitch nips my back and answers my unasked question, “That’s your G-Spot, babe.”