Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 126098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
“I gotta go,” Hawk announced. “I gotta find some hot babe and try not picture your girlfriend’s ass while I’m doing her.” He looked at Abby. “Unless you’re gonna take off more clothes. Then I’ll stick around and wait for the whole visual.”
Mark glared at Hawk. “Go. Away.” He came up to stand beside Abby and laid a resounding smack on her bottom. She jumped. He leaned down to her ear. “Bad,” he half-whispered, and tapped the base of the medium sized plug she was wearing that was hidden by her panties. She sucked in a sharp breath.
“So much for shooting amid distraction,” Easy muttered.
Shooter and Doc laughed. “Well, in his defense, the army doesn’t have women in black lace panties popping up on courses to test their focus on the mission,” Shooter replied.
Mark took his beer off the table. “We should email them about their oversight. If the enemy gets wind of our weakness, we’ll never win another war.”
Abby had one more martini and Mark steered her out the door to his Hummer. She giggled as he reached for the door with one hand while pressing her up against the vehicle, kissing her and letting his free hand caress her bottom.
At the house she kicked off her shoes and pulled her dress off over her head. She threw it on to the floor. After Mark got his shirt and jeans off, she pushed him back on to the bed. “I want to be the Dom tonight,” she slurred.
“Oh, is that so?” he asked, grinning up at her.
She crawled up over him, straddling his thighs. “Uh huh. I want to tie you up.”
“Nope, sorry. No bondage while either of us is drunk. That’s a rule.”
Abby frowned. “Fine. But I’m still in charge.”
Mark smiled. “Yes, Mistress Vegas. What do you command?”
Abby laid herself over his lap, panty-clad ass in the air. “Spank me,” she demanded.
He laughed. “That’s not being a Domme, honey. That’s topping from the bottom.”
She giggled. “That sounds like a cooking term. Spank my ass!” Mark’s hand came down with a sharp thud. Abby squealed. “Yes!” she cried, grabbing the sheets. “Harder!”
“Yes, Ma’am,” Mark replied, slapping her cheeks in quick succession, each blow getting progressively stronger. He tugged down her panties and she kicked them the rest of the way off. His slaps stung, sending a pleasant warmth all over her rear end. She wiggled furiously, pressing her pussy against his hard cock. He reached down, rubbing her ass with one hand and twisting and tugging the plug with the other.
Abby panted. “You’re going to fuck me now!” she told him. She ripped off his underwear and straddled him, facing away. She lifted the thick shaft and guided it upright, positioning herself over it. She slammed down onto it. Mark groaned happily and she gasped in delight. She reached back and grabbed one of his hands that were resting on her hips. “Do that again,” she ordered, guiding his hand to her ass.
Mark resumed toying with the plug as he raised his own hips, fucking her forcefully. “Like that?” he asked.
“Yes!” she cried, shoving herself down to meet each of his upward thrusts. Every time she came down, her ass filled with the toy as her pussy stretched to accommodate his erection. The sensation of being full nearly brought her to orgasm way too early. Mark slapped her bottom with his other hand. “Oh, Fuck yes!” Abby gasped. “Whose cock is this?” she demanded.
“Yours, Mistress,” Mark answered playfully.
Abby reached down and rubbed his balls. He groaned appreciatively. “Whose balls are these?”
“Your, Mistress,” he repeated but it came out a little more hoarse as she teased them.
Abby growled and put her hands on his thighs for balance as she rode him hard. “I want to come. Make me come.”
“You need to come, Abby?”
“Yes! Please.”
“You want to come?” he asked again.
“No!” she answered suddenly. “I need to. I need to come. Give me what I need!”
Mark slapped her ass over the tattoo. “Who does this ass belong to?”
“You, Sir!” she replied immediately.
Mark reached up and grabbed a large fistful of her hair and pulled her back. With his other hand he slapped her mound hard. “Whose cunt is this?”
“Yours, Sir!” Abby shrieked as the vibrations from the slap made her whole lower body tingle.
“Then come for me like a good girl,” he ordered.
Abby clamped down on him hard. Her back arched and Mark cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples through her powerful orgasm. When she was done, he grabbed her hips and drove into her mercilessly until his balls drew up and he pumped her pussy full of cum. Abby collapsed on top of him with his dick still inside her.
“Is it really mine?” she asked dreamily.
He kissed the side of her head. “Of course it is. It’s never been anyone else’s. But don’t get any ideas about thigh-high boots and bullwhips,” he said with a chuckle. “There’s only one Dom in this relationship.” Then he stopped to consider it. “Okay, maybe you can dress up for Halloween. Because even I can admit that would be damn sexy. And you can still top from the bottom when you’re drunk. It’s cute.”