Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 62197 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 311(@200wpm)___ 249(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62197 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 311(@200wpm)___ 249(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Shivering as he pulled up my dress until it was bunched at my waist, I waited for him to say more.
“If it wasn’t a date, why are you dressed like a fucking wet dream?” he asked, running his hand between my legs.
“Oh!” I moaned as his fingers slid beneath the thin strap of fabric that ran between my butt cheeks and did little to cover the rest of me as well.
“Talk, baby,” he urged, “or this stops, and I spank your ass.”
“I’m not—I mean, this is a dress I owned, all I had that looked festive,” I explained.
“Hmm.” He stepped closer and slid a finger inside me. “I didn’t like the way he looked at you.” His lips brushed my temple, and my knees wobbled as he continued to slowly explore the wetness pooling between my legs. “I didn’t like the familiarity. He was too comfortable getting close to you.”
I shook my head. “He-he’s like my family.”
“You sure he feels that way?” His voice took on an edge.
“Yes,” I panted, closing my eyes and holding on to the sofa.
“Whose pussy is this?” he asked huskily in my ear, and I shivered.
“Yours.”
“Mmm, that’s right. Mine.” The last word was a pleased rumble in his chest. “I need to fuck you.”
“Yes,” I pleaded, wanting that very much.
“I was going to be sweet and romantic and shit, but, fuuuuck, your naked ass and soaked cunt have my cock already leaking.”
Oh God. I’d missed this. His dirty mouth. The sound of his voice.
“Please,” I begged, wiggling my bottom against him.
He growled a curse, and his hand was gone. I glanced back over my shoulder to see him unzipping his jeans and shoving them down until his cock jutted out—thick, hard, and swollen at the tip. The glistening of his pre-cum made me moan again.
“Can’t wait,” he snarled as he jerked the silk panties aside and looked down at me. “Spread those pretty thighs.”
Opening them more, I leaned over further so that I was on full display.
“Dayum, baby,” he muttered, then slapped down hard on my left butt cheek, making me squeal. “That’s for letting another man take you anywhere. Especially dressed like this.”
I didn’t respond but watched, holding my breath, as he palmed his erection, then stepped closer to run it along my slick folds. A deep hum came from him before he lined the tip up with my entrance, then slammed into me with one hard thrust.
“Fuck yes!” he shouted as I cried out from the pleasure and the pain. “My fucking pussy!”
Yes. It was his. I was his. All of it was his. Right now, I would promise him anything. If the package came with him, then I’d take it.
He grabbed my hair and wrapped it around his fist, pulling my head back so that my back was arched. “When I’m not worrying about you, missing you, I’m thinking about fucking you. How this tight little cunt feels, sucking my cock so hungrily,” he said in a savage voice. “You take my dick like such a good girl.”
I would take it in any position, but I did miss the way his piercing hit my clit when I rode him or he was on top. The desperate dirtiness of having him spank me and take me from behind with my panties still on had its own set of pleasures though. Even without his piercing’s added effect. I liked the depravity and animalistic urgency of being fucked like this.
“Oh, oh.” I was already so close.
Turning my head, I realized you could see our reflection in the picture window that overlooked Times Square. His jawline stood out as his focus was on my butt as it slapped against him. He was beautiful all the time, but like this, he was breathtaking. Every muscle in his body was flexed, and his mouth was slightly open.
“Are you watching us?” he asked, and my eyes shot up to see he’d cut his in the same direction. “You see how pretty that ass is, bouncing off me?”
No. I saw how he looked like Adonis, pumping into me like a man who couldn’t get enough.
“I’m gonna come,” I wailed as it hit me. My body shook, and my knees started to give out as the onslaught of blissful release shot through me.
“FUCK!” he yelled as his body jerked behind me.
The swell of his cock stretched me just before his release pulsed inside me, hot and thick. Slowing his hips, he continued to penetrate me as deeply as before but easier.
I dropped my head to the back of the sofa I had been holding on to and tried to catch my breath.
“Stay like that,” he said gruffly and eased out of me.
I felt his hands slide over my bottom, then pull it apart.
Lifting my head, I glanced over my shoulder to see what he was doing. Because as incredible as that had been, I was not open for business in the other hole.