Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
My gut was always right.
Stella’s cheeks were bright red and tearstained. And if it wasn’t for the way her lips were parted in awe and her eyes closed, I would have thought that she was actually in pain.
I knew she wasn’t.
I knew she liked this.
Her body was begging me for more.
Her wet heat gripped my fingers, pulling them in and urging me to keep going.
With two fingers, I press down on her G-spot while I rubbed tighter circles with my thumb on her clit, giving her just a little more pressure.
The cutest little sighs and moans escaped her lips as her body tensed under me, and her thighs shook.
The lure of knowing I would be the first man, the only man, to ever fill her, drove me to near primal force. Yet I resisted the urge to claim her tight sheath. I would not breed the future Mrs. Manwarring on a fucking table for criminals.
That wouldn’t stop me from punishing her, though.
“Have you learned your lesson yet, pet?” I teased her.
“Yes,” she said with a gasp.
“Good girl. Now, don’t come yet,” I growled, pushing into her harder. “That’s an order.”
“I don’t know how to stop it,” she cried out.
“If you come before I give you permission, I’m going to make it impossible for you to sit down without thinking about me for days,” I warned.
She muffled another cry between her clenched jaw, her hands tightening into fists on each side of her head, and despite herself, her hips pressed down, with her ass tilted up, giving me an even better angle.
I knew she hadn’t intended on doing that either.
But that just made it all the sweeter.
Stella may not have wanted me, but her body sure as fuck did.
I kept up the pressure even as I pushed her higher and higher, her pussy pulsing against my fingers. Her hands rolled into fists so tight, her knuckles whitened, and cries of pleasure and pain escaped her lips.
“Do you want to come for me?” I asked, knowing every time I spoke, it racked her up a little tighter.
“No,” she whimpered petulantly.
I chuckled. Taunting her was too much fun to pass up. “What was that, little one? Did you just ask me to tan your pretty ass with my leather belt again?”
She shook her head. “No, please! Don’t.”
“Then you better come up with a more pleasing answer to my question. Now.”
She sniffed as she balled her fist against her lips, muffling her words. “I want to come for you.”
“Say it louder. I want to hear you beg for it.”
“Please, make me come. I want to feel… to feel… your hands.”
“But, bad girls don’t get to come. Bad girls get spanked hard and are left with wet aching pussies and no satisfaction.” I growled the words, and she whined, her hips wiggling as she tried to get more friction. “So, are you going to be my good girl now?”
“Yes,” she moaned.
“Then be a good girl and show me how you come.”
No sooner had I said the words than her back arched painfully as her pussy clamped down hard on my fingers and wetness gushed onto my hand.
I kept working her through her orgasm as her body shook. I kept up the pressure, letting her ride out every single wave of pleasure.
It would be such a shame to let this perfect, aching pussy go to waste.
It would be so easy to press my cock into her right now while she was so willing, so desperate for it. But only a real bastard would take a woman’s virginity while she was bent over a conference table.
I toyed with the idea for a few more moments, fingers still buried deep inside her as her breathing evened out as she came down from the endorphins.
Over the years, there had been several things that made me a bastard, a son of a bitch and even a mother fucker.
Fuck it. One more sin wasn’t going to take me even further into hell.
I unzipped my pants and put the head of my aching cock at her entrance, ready to push in as she went completely still.
“Beg,” I demanded.
She opened her lips, but was interrupted by a knock on the door.
“Dammit,” I swore under my breath as I remembered where I was and tucked my hard cock back into my pants.
Another knock, this one more demanding, sounded at the door.
Tossing my suit jacket over her prone form, I commanded. “Stay there.”
I opened the door to the bailiff, standing there looking awkward as hell. He couldn’t even meet my gaze.
“What?” I demanded.
“It’s… uh… sir… we wanted to make sure everything is in order. This room is booked in twenty minutes.”
Before I could tear into him, Stella with her skirt down and her blouse hastily put back together under my jacket, pushed her way out of the door and ran down the hallway.