Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83236 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83236 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
“What have I ruined, Peaches?” he asks against my ear, his voice husky and so erotic that I bite my lip to keep from whimpering.
“It took me three years to get over you. I plan a night out to celebrate and finally find a man to take to my bed who wants to be there, and you swoop in and try to cockblock me.”
“Are you horny, baby?” he asks.
I want to flay him alive for even bothering to ask me. All retorts die though when I feel my dress being pulled up in the back. “What are you doing?” I whisper-shout, sounding panicked as hell.
“I’m giving you a punishment for thinking you could play me outside like you did. Now be a good girl and look at that fucker on the walkway across from us. He’s staring straight at you. Do you think he has any idea how fucking wet you are right now?”
Oh, God. I swear his words seem to vibrate between my legs. I close my eyes as a wave of desire hits me so strongly that I tremble.
“Torin, you need to stop.”
The raw need in my voice is impossible to hide. I don’t even bother. It would be a wasted effort. His hand splays across my ass, as he roughly palms part of it in his hand. The tips of his fingers dance along the lace of my thong. I can smell my hunger for him. The scent of sex is thick around us, and I can’t even bring myself to be ashamed. Torin pinches one of my ass cheeks before growling in my ear. “Open those pretty brown eyes of yours, Skylar. I gave you an order. I want you to watch that asshole across from us. If you don’t, I’m going to be very pissed and it’s going to be harder on you than it should be. Do you understand?”
“Y-yes,” I stutter, my body feeling flushed all over. I force my eyes open and look at the guy from earlier. He’s staring straight at me and Torin. Even from this distance, I know he understands what is happening. He’s smiling at me.
“You’re such a good girl for me, aren’t you, Peaches? You’re so willing to take your punishment,” he purrs. I try to shake my head slightly, hoping to clear it from the lust-induced haze that I find myself in. It doesn’t help. I feel Torin’s leg push between mine, forcing me to broaden my stance, which isn’t easy considering my dress is hugging my body tightly. “That’s it. Spread those pretty legs for me.” He doesn’t exactly give me a choice. Next, he grabs the flimsy lace of my thong and rips it. “When we go out together, you’re not allowed to cover up your pussy from me. I will give you permission when you can wear them and when you can’t. I wouldn’t defy me either, if I were you,” he adds, his voice somehow even darker than it was before. When he speaks, it’s almost like a physical caress that resonates at my core.
I can’t respond. Before I get the chance, I feel warm flesh slide against the drenched lips of my pussy. I look down in a panic. I know what is happening, but I can’t keep my brain from telling me it can’t be. All I can see is my dress, but the cool air on my ass and the hot, silky-yet-hard feel of his swollen shaft pressed against my folds, consumes me. “Torin! We can’t. Anyone might see.”
“I have you blocked. They can’t see any part of you. They probably know, but they can’t see you. I’ll never allow any man to see your body but me, Peaches.” I moan as his cock pushes against me and glides against my clit. My hands slap down on the railing. I grip it so hard that my knuckles go white.
“Oh, God,” I groan. “Torin …”
“You’re so wet, Skylar. You’re soaking my cock. If we were alone, I’d make you get on your hands and knees to lick me clean.”
I open my mouth to speak, but just a small meowing-like noise comes out. I’m pretty sure my brain is short circuiting. I tighten my muscles and clench my thighs, trying to clamp down against his cock. I know where we’re at, but I don’t care. Right now, I just want him inside of me.
“Look at him, Peaches. He’s palming his cock, imagining how good you’d feel, but he has no idea, and he never will. You let him flirt with you, gave him hope, and now I’m going to take it away.”
“Fuck … Torin.”
“Such a dirty little mouth,” he responds. For some reason, it sounds as if he’s praising me.
“Torin, if you don’t stop, I’m going to come.”
“You will come when I tell you and not before. That’s an order.”