Total pages in book: 206
Estimated words: 192184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 961(@200wpm)___ 769(@250wpm)___ 641(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 192184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 961(@200wpm)___ 769(@250wpm)___ 641(@300wpm)
“Mm,” I said. “Not a thing wrong with vanilla.”
I hadn’t seen that there earlier. When had he gone to the store?
“Nothing at all,” he replied and licked the empty spoon. Then he dipped his tongue into my mouth and added an “Mm” before dipping the spoon back into the carton.
“Tonight, I feel like some chocolate, though.” He scooped up a big scoop of chocolate and put it in his mouth, then his lips were on mine and he shared what was in his mouth with me.
It was so sexy, so intimate. I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist and threaded my fingers into his hair.
“I see what type of ice cream to get next time I go shopping,” came a familiar female voice.
Oh shit!
Sarah was in the doorway between the kitchen and the back hallway with her suitcase, eyeing us. I was on the kitchen counter in underwear and a bra with my stocking-clad legs wrapped around his waist, bra straps hanging down off my shoulders and him in just a pair of jeans that were halfway undone plus him wearing just one sock. Yikes!
“Goodnight,” she chuckled.
I couldn’t look her in the eyes, but her smile could’ve lit up the neighborhood.
“Goodnight, Sarah,” Tommy re-shut the hallway pocket door and locked it, effectively blocking the staff quarters from the kitchen.
“Ohmigod!” I was mortified.
Tommy dropped the spoon on the counter and plunked the ice cream back into the freezer and then picked me back up, legs wrapped around him like before, and he kissed between my breasts over and over as he carried me up the stairs. It was as if we hadn’t just gotten caught almost doing it on the kitchen counter.
When we were back in the bedroom, he turned off all the lights but one dim lamp, then he laid me on the bed on my back and lavished my breasts with affection as I pushed his jeans the rest of the way off with my feet. My panties weren’t coming off; they were shoved to the side instead and then he was inside of me.
He thrust in and out two or three times, then breathed, “You here for me, baby?”
I frantically nodded.
“You gonna give me what I need?”
I nodded some more, running my fingers through his hair and thrusting my pelvis at him,
“You my little cock slave?”
“Mm hm.” I thrust my tongue into his mouth.
“Mm. Bend over my lap.” He pulled out and sat.
I blinked for a second or two and then directed my mind to forget about Vegas. We weren’t there and there was no anger on his face. I crawled over him eagerly.
His hand began a journey up and down my ass for a moment before he hauled back and a slap rang out, sending my pelvis down, flat across his lap. He ended the slap with fingers digging in, not painfully, possessively. This didn’t feel like punishment, this was fuck-hot.
It filled me with lust, made me so wet down below I was almost seeing stars in the dim room. His fingertips slid under the lace of the panties and teased me for a few strokes before he took his hand away.
I was so into this right now. I lifted my rear end into the air and he slapped it again and murmured, “Greedy girl.”
I moaned.
Yes, I could be what he wanted; all his. I could make sure he had what he needed. I could give him me, let him have me, it’d be what he wanted and exactly what he needed. This idea had me so wet, so ready for more.
He slapped my ass again, “You like that?”
“Yes, baby,” I answered, feeling so wanton, so his.
He slapped me again and this time grabbed my ass harder. It hurt, but I let myself feel it. I gave in to it and the feeling – it was so freeing. He leaned over and bit my butt cheek, which made me squeal in both surprise and pain.
He let out a deep throaty laugh and then said, “Mm, you’re so fucking mine, you know that?”
“Yes,” I answered breathily, feeling emotional.
“Beg for it,” he whispered.
“Please, Tommy.”
“You want me to spank you?”
“Yes, please.”
Oh fuck; oh please.
“You want me to fuck you?”
“Oh, yeah, Tommy.”
“Yeah what?”
“Please, Tommy.”
He put me on the bed on my knees and then took me from behind, holding my hair in a ponytail at the nape of my neck.
“Please what?”
“Please fuck me, Tommy.”
“I’m gonna fuck you so hard.”
“Yeah, baby.”
“Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours, Tommy.”
“Forever.”
“Forever, baby.”
“Tell me you love me.”
“Love you so much, Tommy.”
“Good girl.”
Goosebumps rose all over me. I melted at that.
“Say it again,” he grunted against my ear.
“It again.”
Slap.
“Ouch!” I laughed.
“Naughty girl.”
I laughed again.
“I like it when you’re a little bit naughty, you know that?”
“Mm.”
“Why do I like it when you’re naughty?” He squeezed my ass really hard.
“You get to punish me for being naughty,” I answered hoarsely.