Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56508 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56508 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
She moves her hands to my shoulders, letting out a soft whimpering moan. It has a slightly confused tone to it somehow. I could spend the rest of my life listening to all the different ways she moans. “I guess it’d be one hell of a way to revise history, huh?” she teases.
“One spank for every wrong answer?” I groan.
She bites her lip, nodding.
I lean down and kiss her. Hard. With more passion than the first time. She whimpers through the kiss as I push her back up against some dinosaur exhibit. I drive forward with my hips, letting her feel how hard I am for her, letting her feel the outline of my dick pulsing in my pants. Grinding against her, I’m sure I can feel her wetness even through her jeans. Lifting her up, I lean her against the exhibit, letting me drive with more force against her sex.
“Question number one,” I say between kisses. “Tell me why the whole Lancelot and Guinevere thing doesn’t work for us.”
She beams. She glows. It’s like she’s pregnant already. Whoa, where did that come from? I don’t have time to linger on that thought as she answers, “Because that started with infidelity. They went behind Arthur’s back.”
I smirk. “I knew looking that up online would come in handy. You’re right.”
“Any other questions?” she challenges.
“I’ll think of one, but first, I need to taste you again.”
I love the way she gasps each time I kiss her. It’s like every single kiss is a shock to her system, opening up new parts of life for her. Everything she does with me is her first time. It makes me feel younger and fills me with a sense of adventure.
When I begin to glide my hand up her thigh, she grabs my wrist and shakes her head while giving me the most ball-tingling pout. “I…”
“It’s okay,” I growl, stepping back. If I don’t—if I stay pressed up against her—I won’t be able to stop. “Let’s keep exploring… and I’ll think of more questions.”
I keep my hand on the small of her back as we walk past the dinosaurs and into the Viking section.
“Where are the horns on the helmets?” I ask.
“Vikings didn’t have horned helmets. That was added later, in plays and stuff, to make them seem scarier…” She trails off when she looks up and sees me smirking. “But you already knew that, didn’t you?”
I nudge her, grinning. It feels so easy to be with her, far easier than it has any right to. “I’m just looking for an excuse to spank you.”
She glows with lust. My balls are aching. A deep, primal instinct tells me to grab her, bend her over, tear down her jeans, and reveal her big creamy ass. Then I’ll spank her over and over, making her skin blossom red for me.
Pausing at an exhibition, I say, “Close your eyes.”
When she does it without asking why, my shaft gets even harder. My underwear feels sticky with all the precome burning out of my tip. My mind flashes with the image of my woman on her back, thick legs open, showing me her soaked, wet pussy.
“Where was the first Viking raid in England?” I ask.
“Lindisfarne, off the northeast coast,” she says. “It was considered a holy island.”
I laugh. “You’re too clever for me. Okay, and what was the date?”
“Uh, seven hundred and eight-one AD?”
“Nope, ninety-three.”
When she opens her eyes, giving me a dreamy look, I realize. “Did you just answer wrong on purpose?”
She shakes her head, but her horny-as-hell eyes tell me yes. “It’s almost like you want me to spank you,” I moan, smoothing my hand down to her ass. I take a moment to massage her thickness, savor it, and then bring my hand down. She gasps when I make contact, the sound loud in the quietness of the museum.
“Oh, heck,” she whispers, falling against me, gripping onto my shoulders.
“You liked that,” I groan. It’s not a question.
“I don’t know why. Does it make me weird?”
“It’s because it proves I own you. I own your thick, gorgeous ass. I can spank you any damn time I want, with or without our quiz game.”
I spank her again, then grab her hips and turn her around. She sticks her ass out and looks at me over her shoulder. Her hair has fallen across her face again, as though she’s instinctively hiding herself, but she’s not telling me no. Her mouth is open. Her eyes gleam. She wants this.
I spank her again and again and again. Each time, her moans get even more urgent.
“I bet you’re fucking soaked for me.”
She bites her lip, nodding.
“Fuck.”
She laughs as I grab her, lift her onto my shoulder, and carry her through the museum. “Where are we going?”
“Somewhere more private,” I snap.
I carry her to the back office, kicking the door open. There’s a small waiting area in here with a couch. When I put her down, she turns to me, staring with those wide, excited eyes.