Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 54814 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54814 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
They sat on the sofa and finished off the last of the drinks, getting pulled into some utterly ridiculous documentary on a flamboyant guy with his own zoo. Before long, they were both laughing at the utter absurdity that he called normal life. Eimear spotted an old photo album on the bottom shelf of the coffee table and pulled it out.
“What do we have here?” she giggled.
“Yeah, we don’t need to look at that,” he said, feigning taking it away from her.
“Oh, come on. Is this a family album? Let’s see what baby Fergus looked like.”
“I’ve got a better idea,” he told her, pulling the book away and covering her mouth with his own.
She responded immediately, her body melting against his as she drank him in, swirling her tongue slowly around his as his hands found their way to her breasts. He could taste her hunger for him, feel her quiver against him as he pulled her closer. He lifted her up and carried her to her room, laying her across the bed and spreading her legs open to taste her.
“No panties. You’re such a bad girl,” he teased.
“Are you going to spank me?” she replied in a voice that made his cock twitch.
“I don’t know. You have been pretty bad today. I’m not sure a spanking will suffice. I might have to get my belt.”
“Do what you have to do,” she shrugged.
Fergus unsnapped his belt buckle and removed the heavy leather belt from his pants. He spread it out and lay it softly against her pussy, letting her feel the leather against her skin before dragging it upwards across her stomach. He could feel her flinch, a little bit of fear intertwined with her desires. He continued teasing her until she was begging him for it.
“What are you waiting for. Use it,” she coaxed.
“You aren’t in charge here. You’re my captive. Remember?”
“Yes, I remember.”
“Who is in charge?’
“You are.”
“Right. Now, turn over and let me see that sweet little ass of yours.”
He undressed, watching as she flipped over on the bed and pulled her dress upward to expose the perfect moons of her backside. It was all he could do not to just spread her legs and plunge his already hard cock into her soft pink center, but he wanted this to last. He’d had sex a lot in recent years, but it wasn’t often that he had truly gotten to take his time and enjoy it so much. She did something for him that most women didn’t, though he wasn’t quite sure what it was.
He caressed her ass cheeks, enjoying the way her pale skin felt and contrasted with his darker skin tone. He squeezed and she moaned into the covers beneath him. He lay the belt across her ass, lifting it lightly and letting it fall again, not striking her but just letting her feel the leather against her backside. She continued to moan lightly beneath him as he teased her with the belt and his hands. When she seemed to be lulled into some sort of pleasure zone, he broke it wide open, lifting the belt and slapping it down hard across her bare cheek.
She cried out in surprise and then cooed in appreciation. He lifted it again, marking the other cheek as she cried out again. He continued punishing her, the belt crisscrossing from one ass cheek to the other, not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to leave angry red welts back and forth on her skin. The more he struck her with it, the more she seemed to get off, writhing and moaning beneath him.
He admired his work, loving the way the welts puffed up on her skin. He kissed them, letting her wiggle beneath him as his mouth came in contact with the now sensitive marks. Wrapping his arm around her waist, he hauled her up so that she was on her knees with her shoulders and head resting against the bed. Her pussy was wide open to him, droplets of her excitement glistening on her outer lips, inviting him to taste her.
Placing his hands on her thighs, he pulled her apart, opening her further for him to explore. She let out an inarticulate “umph” sound as he began drawing his tongue up and down her wetness in long flat strokes, lapping her up. He could see her hands clutching the covers around her and she tried to move away, to get some relief from the intensity of his explorations, but he held her in place, his tongue venturing farther and farther into her sweet hole. She was warm and sweet on his tongue. He drank her in like a man who’d not had water for days.
She cooed back at him as he suckled her pussy lips and fingered her clit, stroking his digit back and forth across it as he ate her out. He could feel his cock growing hard, jerking upward in increasingly stronger spasms until he was rock hard. He abandoned his oral assault on her pussy and gripped her around the waist, pulling her back to the edge of the bed so that her pussy was lined up with the steel rod he was now sporting.