Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75164 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75164 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
“Reverse cowboy,” he explained. “Straddle me in the other direction.”
He was grinning so goddamned big, it made me want to….
Shit, it made me want to kiss him.
I didn’t kiss. I never kissed. Kissing was special—something I’d always saved.
Maybe reverse cowboy was best. That way I wouldn’t be tempted to break my own golden rule.
I did as he asked, but felt like an idiot. Sure, I’d done it this way with women plenty of times. It was nice to watch my cock disappear into their….
Oh! So that’s what he was doing.
“What now, Your Royal Highness?” I asked as I looked over my shoulder at him.
He sat up, propped up some pillows behind his back until he was in a comfortable position, and then answered, “Scoot back, cowboy. Ass up, head down.”
Then, as if I wasn’t capable of following instructions, he yanked me backwards, pulled my ass up, and placed a hand on the back of my neck to press my head down. With the position, he’d put me in, my face was grinding against his cock and balls. Doing what felt natural, I licked the closest thing…which happened to be one of his balls.
He smacked my ass. Hard.
“Absolutely not, Tart. Keep your tongue in and mouth closed. I need to focus on this beautiful ass in front of me.” He lubed up one hand as he spoke.
“That hardly seems fair. If this is the new me, my mouth needs to learn its way around that most important area.”
“Do as you’re told,” he growled.
I felt him dribble some lube at the top of my crease and then he parted my cheeks. That pretty much shut me up. I could feel the lubricant sliding along my skin—felt it when it hit my hole. From there, his finger swirled it around my entrance and then he pushed a finger inside. My back arched with the sheer joy of the invasion. I knew how I must look to him—my cheeks spread by his hand, his finger in my hole, and my body arched with pleasure, but I didn’t care. I needed him and wasn’t ashamed of it.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he muttered as his finger moved in and out. Stretching me slowly when I wanted to move at a much faster rate of speed. I was desperate for him. The slit on the head of my cock held a pearl of precum that was about to drip onto Seth’s abs. “God, you’re going to feel so good wrapped around my cock.”
Another finger joined the first one and there was a sting of pain. I’d expected it. I’d done this before. No biggie. Just breathe and relax. Push out. Think about how good’t feel when he finally did me the favor of hitting that sweet spot again. He knew where it was. He could do it right goddamned then…if he wanted to. Instead, he just toyed with me. Wriggling his fingers and moving them in and out. When he did a scissor thing, I sucked in a hiss. I felt that one, for fucking sure.
“You okay, Sweet? Is it too much?”
Awww, I was Sweet when I had my ass spread and his fingers buried inside me. Looking over my shoulder, I said, “Just waiting on you to get your courage up, big man.”
That comment earned me a smack on the ass and a third finger. My hiss on digit number three was louder and followed by a softly muttered, “Fuck.”
He picked up the lube and squirted more around my hole. His fingers slipped out to gather up the slippery liquid and then plunged back in again. “You’re so beautiful,” he said quietly. “The first day, when you walked into the conference room, I nearly came in my pants. You were so obediently submissive. Who would have thought you were hiding all that sass you keep zinging at me?”
His thick fingers started to feel at home in my ass. The burning, stinging sensation was slowly subsiding…turning into something else entirely. “I don’t think it was all I was hiding,” I answered, meaning it as a joke, but knowing on some level, it had to be true. It was the only plausible explanation for my obsession with Seth.
“Nah, you just took one look at my cock and knew you had to have it,” he quipped. “It happens all the time.”
Conversation was quickly moving toward being above my pay grade. Every thought, feeling, or sensation was quickly moving toward how fucking good it felt to have his fingers stuffed in my body. I was ready, I wanted that monster of his inside of me. Maybe he was right? Maybe I had taken to stalking his cock?
“Why don’t you go ahead and give it to me, then?” I asked. “I’m more than ready. Quit playing with me.” I tried for sounding bossy, but it may have come out much more like a whine.