Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96600 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96600 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
“I’m his princess. You can call me Charlotte,” I explained. I wasn’t important enough to need to hide my identity.
“Charlotte,” he repeated, and somehow it sounded like the filthiest dirty talk when he said it. He extended his hand to shake mine, scrutinizing my expression as he said, “You can call me Dante.”
He was, I realized, trying to gauge whether I recognized him as a famous rapper, and if I did, would I break club rules and let on?
I had a great poker face. “Dante. I like it. It reminds me of sin.”
He laughed, a deep, throaty sound that melted my knees out from under me.
“You can have a look at her,” Matt offered, and my face flamed with indignation while my libido surged. “Try her out if you want.”
“But I can’t make her come,” Dante said, clucking his tongue. “If she were mine, I wouldn’t deny her that. I would keep her underneath me all day. She’d come as much as she wanted.”
I squeezed my thighs together, but that only made the pearls pinch my clit.
Dante towered over me. Matt was tall, but this guy probably had a full inch on him. He gazed down and lifted his hand. It seemed to take forever for him to touch me, and when he did, it was with the backs of his fingers, lightly, down my cheek. He bent to my ear and whispered, “Spread your legs, baby girl. I want to see that pussy.”
I let out a shaking breath and shifted my feet apart. He let his hand fall, brushing along my chest and down my breast to cup it. He followed that hand with his mouth, sucking one of my nipples into the hot, soft warmth between his lips. I kept my hands obediently at my sides, but I wanted to hold him there. His tongue was amazing.
Oh no. Oh no. His tongue was amazing.
I was so going to fail my assignment.
He didn’t linger on my tits, palming the other roughly and pinching the nipple before he dropped to his knees. With his big hands on either of my thighs, he parted me with his thumbs, further exposing my clit. One of those thumbs skimmed down, finding my opening. He pushed in a centimeter and hissed.
“Damn, she’s little down here.”
“It’s a tight fit,” Matt confirmed. “But she likes to be filled up. Don’t you, princess?”
“Y-yes,” I stammered.
“And not just there,” he went on. “She’ll take it everywhere.”
Dante looked up at me. His brown eyes were flecked with hypnotic amber. “That true, baby girl? Do you like getting your ass fucked by a big dick?”
“I like getting fucked anywhere by a big dick,” I told him, my voice barely a whisper. I swallowed thickly; any hydration I may have recovered after bondage night was currently exiting my body via my pussy juices. “I’ll like doing whatever you ask me to.”
Dante turned his attention back to my cunt, moving his hand to corkscrew one long finger into me. I squeezed down on it and he groaned a laugh.
“I need to test this pussy out,” he said, getting to his feet again. He unzipped the dark indigo jeans slung low on his hips and pulled out his rapidly hardening cock. He was long and thick and uncut, with a bulging head that would hit all the right places. He turned to Matt. “You mind?”
“Not at all. If you don’t mind me watching,” Matt replied. “I love to see her get fucked.”
“It’s your house,” Dante said, and took my hand. He led me to the couch. I thought he would sit down and ask me to ride him. Instead, he patted the cushion and said, “Get on your knees up here.”
I did, pillowing my head on my arms on the back and pushing my ass out.
“Exactly. You read my mind.” To Matt, he asked, “Condom? No condom?”
“No condom,” Matt answered for me. “Like I said, she likes to be filled up.”
“Good, because I have a lot of tension that needs to be released.” Dante’s statement sounded like it could be a warning to me, or a joke with Matt. I felt the hot touch of Dante’s cock against my slick opening and held my breath. The head popped in, and he stilled. I felt his pulse directly against my G-spot and rocked my hips a little.
“Damn, that’s good,” he whispered, pressing his forehead against my back, between my shoulder blades. “Do you like that, baby girl?”
“I want more.” I pushed back on him, but he pulled out entirely.
“I said I just wanted to test it out,” he reminded me. “We’re going to make this last all day.”
“I think that’s a great idea,” Matt said cheerfully. “In fact, Dante, why don’t you refrain from coming today too?”
Dante laughed. “Edge her all day, while I’m edging?”