Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 60700 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60700 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
She opens her mouth, swirling her tongue over the head of my dick. She lifts her eyes to mine at the moment she takes my full length into her mouth, making me shudder with pleasure.
“Lexi…” I mutter, my voice thick.
“Mmm hmm?” she hums, sliding my cock into the pocket of her cheek then down the back of her throat.
“You give the best head.” I burrow my fingers into her silky hair and massage her scalp. “But you already know that, don’t you, sweetheart?”
She hums again and begins to work her hands in a twisting motion at the base of my cock, dragging one up toward the head while the other grips the base in a tight squeeze.
“That apology blowjob you gave me last night was so hot. I love it when you get on your knees for me.”
She quickens her pace as if turned on by my praise.
I groan. As she bobs up and down over my cock, I start to come apart, fisting her hair to control her head. I move her up and down until I pull her off, shouting, “God, yes!” as I come.
Not wanting to make Lexi wait to get off, I grab her and pull her down beside me, spreading her thighs to return the favor. I lick into her, swirling my tongue around her clit, sucking the little nub, using my fingers to plunge inside.
Lexi lies back, making encouraging noises but not really getting anywhere.
“Do you ever come when someone licks your pussy, Lexi?”
She shakes her head. “No...I mean, it’s great! It feels good, but…”
I remember our first night, at Swank, when she seemed doubtful I could get her off. I crawl over her. “How about missionary style? Do you ever orgasm in that position?”
Again she shakes her head, then shrugs. “I never have, but maybe with you.”
I smile, honored by her confidence in my abilities. “All right, I’ll take that challenge.”
I crawl off the bed and open a dresser drawer, pulling out one of her bras.
“What are you doing?”
I slide the arm loop of her bra over one of the posts of the bed, then grab her wrists and pin them over her head, knotting the bra around them.
“Ooh,” she squeals. “I’m not sure it counts as missionary if my hands are bound.”
Hoisting her legs into the air, I hold her ankles with one hand and gave her ass a slap. “Who’s running this show, bambi?”
She gives a husky laugh. “You are. Master.”
I lower her hips, running my thumb along her glossy slit. “Good girl. I make the rules here. You lie back and take it. And right now, you’re going to take it in missionary position.”
She bucks even more at my fondling, or maybe my words, her hips bobbing under my thumb.
I ease her feet back to the bed. “Open your knees, bambina.”
She bends her knees with her feet wide apart and arches her pelvis in my direction.
“Oh, now you’re begging for it, aren’t you?” I give her pussy a light slap.
She cries out but doesn’t close her legs, just pants, watching me with excitement.
“You’re going to want to come the second my cock penetrates that pretty little pussy of yours, but you can’t. Not until I say you can.” I slap her pussy again. “Understand, beautiful?”
“Yes, sir!”
“Good girl.” I roll on a condom and shove into her, deep enough to make her moan. “That’s right,” I murmur, sliding out and repeating the aggressive plunge. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll never forget who owns you.”
She moans, arching up, her eyelashes fluttering.
I plumb her depths, lowering my head to one nipple, teasing it with my tongue then nipping with my teeth. I give it a light slap which makes her pussy gush, her hips gyrating in a frantic rhythm beneath me.
I stay with that rhythm, letting her rock her clit against me on each in-stroke until her cries became desperate.
“Do you want to come now, Lexi?” I ask, spanking her breast again. “Do you?”
“Yesssss. God, yes!” she cries.
I grip her shoulders, bracing her as I slam inside her over and over again until my own orgasm crests. “Now, Lexi!” I shout when I reach climax.
She goes wild beneath me, wriggling and coming with a cry and a shudder.
“I think,” I muse, freeing her wrists as she recovers beneath me, “You just need it rough.”
“I think I just need you,” she says.
My heart lurches.
She blushes, as if realizing she’s shown me all her cards.
I want to tell her I need her too, but it’s not my style. I settle for expressing the depth of my emotion for her with the most tender kiss, holding her eyes, so she knows my need.
Chapter Eighteen
Lexi
I float through the next day at work.
I love the way Bobby demands my submission then rewards me thoroughly for giving it. For a natural pleaser like me, it’s a win-win. I can’t really lose because he tells me exactly what he wants. There’s no denying the appeal of a man so clearly in charge of me and the world around him. Or maybe it’s as he says–I just need it a little rough.