Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 62404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 312(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 312(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
I widen my stance a little and do as he says. When my hands touch my toes, I hear a soft vibrating sound before something touches me through my G-string and moves up to my clit. Releasing a moan, I raise my head to see he has a small purple vibrator he’s using on me.
He lifts my G-string and slides the device inside. I hear his groan of pleasure as I spread my legs a little wider. Then he moves the vibrator to the perfect rhythm, back and forth, all over my clit. I feel myself getting wet, really wet, before I feel something warm. My eyes closed at one point, and now I open them to see his mouth at my opening, the vibrator still buzzing against my clit.
How is this so pleasurable?
Why do I want to slide his face up and down me until I am screaming?
Just as my hips start to move, his face and the vibrator disappear. And I’m left hanging upside down and wanting friction.
“Stand,” he barks, and I quickly react. “You can remove your shirt now.” I whip the material over my head to find he is now in front of me. He motions to my bra, indicating that should go next, so I unclasp it and drop it to the floor, leaving me dressed in my soaked G-string.
The vibrator in his hand has been replaced with something that is silver in color. “Close your eyes,” he whispers. When my eyes fall shut, I feel pressure on my right nipple, followed by the left. Something tugs on both at the same time, and I open my eyes to see a chain between my breasts, connected by a clamp on each nipple.
“What is…” I can’t think of the words. “What is that?”
He doesn’t answer. Instead, he tugs on the chain a little, and I bite back a moan. His smirk is on full display when my eyes lift to his face.
“That’s my girl,” he croons, leaning in and biting my bottom lip, tasting it as he does, before releasing it with a pop.
His hand slides between us and finds my clit again, rubbing it, while his other hand tugs the chain between my breasts. And I feel it…everywhere.
I can feel my orgasm getting close.
And then it gets taken away.
He stops.
Leans in and kisses me, telling me to keep my hands at my sides.
Then he does the same thing over and over again.
I count three times, three kisses, and on the last one, I’m so frustrated that all I want to do is strangle him.
He chuckles at my aggression and steps away.
I watch as he drops his pants, his hard penis coming into view, the piercing wet with his pre-cum. His hand covers it, and he strokes up and down. I lick my lips at the show he’s giving me.
“Tell me what I want to hear,” he orders, while I stand there, mesmerized by the movement of his hand. “Oriana,” he snaps, then makes a motion with two fingers, pointing to my eyes and then his. “Eyes on mine.”
“What?” I ask. I start fidgeting because I can literally feel my wetness leaking down my legs.
“Repeat after me….” He smirks. “Jake, I want you to bend me over that bed and fuck me until I’m seeing stars, so much so that my sweet, sweet cunt is throbbing for more.” My eyes go wide at his words, and he steps closer to me, leaning in, his breath coasting over my lips. “You can never talk like that to anyone else but me, do you understand?”
I know he means the context, but I am shocked anyway.
I don’t know why I never liked swearing. Maybe it’s because when I was younger, my grandparents would tell me how a lady should never cuss.
I seemed to be the only person I knew who didn’t swear.
It wasn’t an issue to some.
Others found it weird.
My parents loved that I was a lady.
Jake? Well, Jake wants those words to be saved only for him.
Too lost in my head, I forget about the clamps until he pulls them, making my eyes bounce to find his.
“I’m waiting.” He growls impatiently, then slaps my ass and pulls me in close, my body now pressed against his, my hardened nipples brushing against his chest, and our bodies taut with lust.
“That mouth isn’t dirty...” He smirks when I press my hips forward. “Yet.”
“I…”
He pushes in closer so I can feel him against my clit, and I lick my lips.
“Jake.”
“Hmm…” he hums, his eyes fixed on my breasts.
“I want you to fuck me now.”
His body stills.
His eyes, so dangerous, find mine.
“Fuck. I think I might come with your words alone.” I can’t help the small giggle that leaves me. “Tell me… how do you want it,” he says, his mouth finding my neck. “Nice and slow…” he kisses his way down, “or rough?”