Series: Werewolves of Wall Street Series by Renee Rose
Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17893 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 89(@200wpm)___ 72(@250wpm)___ 60(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17893 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 89(@200wpm)___ 72(@250wpm)___ 60(@300wpm)
He stops and pumps the plug in and out of my ass.
“Please!” I moan.
“You need to come, my sassy assistant?”
“Yes!”
He pumps the plug some more then starts up the little motor of a vibrator. “Does your pussy need something to clench, too?”
“Yes!” I cry.
He penetrates me with the vibrator, pushing it inside me until the clit attachment lines up with that sensitive part of my anatomy.
I come immediately and without warning.
I’m shocked by how hard I come. My whole body bucks with the force of it and with the vibrator inside me and the plug stretching my ass, with my flesh heated from the flogger and the long foreplay of preparing and waiting and servicing Brick, I can’t seem to stop.
It feels like I got shot to the molten core center of the earth and then catapulted back via volcano.
I’m still coming when Brick removes the vibrator. “Did I say you could come, Ms. Evans?”
I’m incapable of making any sound other than “Ahhhh uhhhh.”
“Did I say you could come without me?”
I pant. It seems the orgasm has finally finished, and I’m as limp as a rag doll now. I lift my head and wet my lips with my tongue. “No, sir?”
I hear the rustle of clothing. Brick’s getting naked.
“No, I did not. That means you’re getting fucked in the ass tonight, babygirl. And no vibrator to fill that pussy.”
He eases the buttplug out of my ass.
I know we’re just playing, but I was so far gone into subspace, and now he sounds so disapproving, that I start to fall. “No,” I whimper. “I’ll be good.”
But Brick’s warm body climbs over mine to reassure me. “I know you will,” he rumbles against my ear. He blankets my body with his and slides a hand under my hips to stroke my clit. The juices of my pussy coat his fingers. He pushes them inside my channel a few times.
“You’re always good,” he murmurs approvingly, his other hand stroking over my breast. “Even when you’re very bad.”
It’s foolish, but it’s what I needed to hear. I needed reassurance that he wasn’t truly disappointed. That I did nothing wrong by coming without him or before he commanded it.
He unties my wrists but leaves my legs tied open and lubes up his dick.
“Put your fingers between your legs and tell me what you feel.” His voice is deep and rough.
I obey as he pulls my ass cheeks wide.
“I feel…so wet.”
He pushes the head of his dick against my asshole. “Uh huh. And what else?” He presses forward, sliding in easily now that I’ve been stretched open by the buttplug.
“Ahhh-uhn.” I moan. “Slick.”
He feeds his dick into me, inch by fat inch.
I have to work to breathe and relax.
“And swollen. I feel so swollen down here.”
“And so tight back here.” Brick starts to move inside me, careful to keep it smooth. I know he’s holding back because he’s usually so much rougher, snapping his hips when he thrusts and thrusting deep and hard.
After I settle into it, it starts to feel wonderful. I sink three fingers into my pussy, then four. I’ve never felt myself so wet and welcoming before.
Brick fucks my ass, and I hump my fingers. It’s so intense.
“May I… May I?” I beg.
“Hang on.” Brick sounds like he’s panting. He’s got to be close. He reaches under my hips, his fingers tangling with mine to get inside my pussy.
“Now, Madi.”
We both come. Brick pumps two more times and shoots his load into my ass. I come around several of our twined fingers.
In the euphoria that follows, I find it incredible that every day and every night with Brick just keeps getting better and better.
Chapter Four
Madi
After “rehearsing” to my great pleasure all week, the night of our performance arrives.
Club Twilight is in a boring gray brick building in Chelsea. Our driver, Tony, pulls up to the curb, but before he can exit to open our doors, Brick springs out. He glances up and down the sidewalk, looking huge and intimidating in his dark suit. I let him take the time to sniff for predators and admire the gorgeous figure he cuts.
The moon limns his hair, turning it silver. His eyes glitter, but then he blinks, and they’re back to normal, human blue.
A second car pulls up behind us and Billy and Sully exit. They slam their doors simultaneously and head over to us in lockstep. They even shoot their cuffs in sync. I stifle a smile. Now is not the time to point out how choreographed their movements look. They’re too on edge.
They confer on the sidewalk. I almost call out to them–aren’t you forgetting someone? Me?--but I bite my tongue.
They’re super tense about tonight, and of course they are. We’re technically in enemy territory. But after my conversation with Ruby and all this prep work, I’m more intrigued than anything.