Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 140184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 701(@200wpm)___ 561(@250wpm)___ 467(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 701(@200wpm)___ 561(@250wpm)___ 467(@300wpm)
I hold my breath as he kisses my hip bone and his fingers graze the waistband of my bikini bottoms.
I’m so turned on that when he slides just his fingers into the band and pulls it away from my skin, I cry out.
With a knowing smirk, he looks up as he leans in to kiss my belly. “You want something, baby?”
I lick my lips. He knows what I want. The same thing I wanted last summer when he walked into the apartment and caught me coming out of the shower, naked beneath a white fluffy towel. When he called me beautiful.
He tugs my bikini bottoms lower, exposing more skin that’s usually covered, but not quite revealing my pussy.
When he leans in and kisses the skin just above my pussy, my knees nearly buckle.
He looks up at me with a mischievous glint in his eye, then, still holding my gaze, brushes his fingers over the fabric covering my entrance.
A breath rushes out of me. He teases me until I’m dancing on my tiptoes, arching away from the wall and touching my own tits, desperate for relief.
“Milo,” I whine.
He grabs my wrist, pulling me away from the wall. I’m languid, but I pull myself from the lust fog long enough to follow him to the bedroom.
“On the bed.”
His voice is hard and commanding and sends excitement shooting down my spine.
I’m a good girl, so I prance my ass over to the bed and climb on, making sure to give him a nice view as I do.
He must like it because he growls and comes over, grabbing the flimsy strings holding my bikini bottoms on and yanking them down. I gasp at the force, my heart doing a somersault when he places a firm hand on my back and pushes me down where he wants me, my tits against the bed but my ass in the air.
“Fucking perfect,” he says, dragging the bikini bottoms down to my thighs. My pussy leaks arousal as he grabs my ass, his grip firm and possessive as he inspects his property. “This ass belongs to me, doesn’t it?”
“Yes,” I answer without hesitation, a fresh wave of arousal lancing through me.
His hand smoothes over my ass and he slides a single finger along the slit of my pussy. “This, too,” he murmurs thickly.
I’m so aroused and needy, the light touch makes me shiver.
“Kennedy,” he says firmly when I don’t verbalize my agreement. I’m caught off guard when he smacks my ass, hard. “Who does this pussy belong to?”
“You,” I say quickly, my ass stinging and my pussy pulsing with need.
“You don’t sound sure,” he says silkily. The faint menace in his tone sends a jolt of fear to my heart even as my body aches for him.
“I’m sure—” I begin, but he interrupts with another hard slap to the ass.
I gasp and clutch the bedding in two tight fists as I shift, the sting from the spanking exciting me, but his words making my heart quicken with fear.
“Who does this pussy belong to?” he demands.
“You!” I repeat, louder.
“Again,” he demands, smacking my ass even harder.
Fuck.
“You!” I shout, but my voice gets caught and comes out as a half-groan.
“Who—” Smack “—does—” Smack “—this—” Smack “—beautiful—” Smack “—fucking—” Smack “—ass—” Smack “—belong—” Smack “—to?”
“You,” I howl in agony, my ass throbbing from the series of hard slaps, my pussy so needy for his attention, it’s fucking torturous. “You, you, you. Milo, every part of me belongs to you. Please.”
His hand is gentle now as it smoothes over my stinging flesh. I sink against the mattress with relief, but the throbbing between my legs is so intense, I’m ready to start rubbing myself against the bed.
“Please, Milo. Please, I need you so bad.”
He pushes a finger into my pussy and I cry out, close to coming on the spot given how warmed up my body is.
“Oh, God, yes,” I cry shamelessly, sinking back against his hand. I ride his hand, desperate for friction. Desperate to please him. To take him into my body. My pride is in ribbons on the floor. I’ll throw myself down on the floor with it and beg him to fuck me if he wants me to.
I hear rustling fabric and nearly die with anticipation. I swallow, trying to calm my racing heart.
He pulls his finger out of me but I think it’s just to finish undressing.
Oh, thank God.
My pussy throbs with need I’ve never felt before. I’m miserable with it. Fucking miserable. “Please,” I mewl, the empty space desperately inside me needing him to fill it.
“On your tummy.”
I flatten myself against the bed.
My body heats as he drags the bikini bottoms the rest of the way off me.
“You’ve been a bad girl, Kennedy.”
“No,” I say softly, my heart contracting at the accusation.
“Mm-hmm. Are you going to be my good girl tonight?”