Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 80653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
I’m just about coming down from my high when suddenly he’s gone, and in the next second, my body is impaled on his thick erection. He pulls out slowly, then slams back in.
“Dirty girls need to get punished,” he informs me before slapping the right globe of my ass harshly. The sting sends tingles through me, and I’m moaning and whimpering like a common whore into my panties. The left cheek gets the same treatment. “Do you want this, Sage? Is this why you taunted me?” he asks, but I can’t respond. My pussy tightens as his finger once again finds my lubed-up ring of muscle. The oil makes it slippery, and before I know it, his finger is inside me. He teases me open, pushing deeper and deeper.
I’ve never felt so full. So much pleasure. When he pulls the digit from my ass, he replaces it with something cold. I try to turn my head, but I can’t.
“Take it, my little lamb,” he grunts, his hips slamming me against the edge of the desk as he pushes something into my ass. Then it dawns on me what it is. A string of beads. A fucking rosary? “Every little bead will fill this pretty, tight hole,” he assures me, lust and desire thick in his tone.
When he finally stops, his hand fists my hair, tugging me up against his chest. He yanks the panties from my mouth, and his lips find mine. His tongue delves into my mouth, seeking my own. They duel, dance, and taunt each other. I suck on his tongue—taking it like I did his cock—which causes him to groan in pleasure, and I can’t help reveling in the fact that I’m giving him as much pleasure as he is giving me.
“Do you like me filling you, Sage?” he whispers against my lips.
“Every inch, Father Reid.” I use his moniker, which causes him to pull out and slam into me so deep I cry out. His hand wraps around my mouth as he continues to thrust into me. At this angle, his cock hits that one spot inside that has my toes curling and my nails clawing at the wooden desk.
My whimpers are muffled, but he can tell I’m close. He releases my hair, pushing me down as his body presses me onto the wood. His hips move lightning fast as he fucks me violently. Then he tugs the rosary beads from my body, and an orgasm so powerful rips through me, causing my body to shudder, and I cry out against his hand.
My pussy pulses around his length, pulling him in, pushing him out. Needing more. Needing less. And then I feel him thicken. But before he comes, he pulls out, and I feel the heat of his release on my ass. His grunt is basal, animalistic, and I love it.
We don’t move for a while. My body is too sore to even fathom standing up. My knees are jelly, my mind adrift with pleasure. Then his hands are on me. Cleaning me. He lowers my skirt, helps me into his chair, and I notice he’s already tucked into his slacks.
“That was . . . I mean, I’ve never . . . ,” he starts, but can’t find the words. I meet his gaze, offering him a smile. “Did I hurt you?”
“No. You gave me what I wanted.” And it’s true. I wanted him. The real him. The man beneath the collar. “Where do we go from here?” I ask, my heart thumping wildly in my chest. I don’t want him to tell me to leave. But I know he can’t ask me to stay.
“We, my sweet little lamb,” he says, cupping my face in his hands, “figure out how on earth we’re going to make this work.” With that, he plants a soft kiss on my lips, and my heart leaps in to my throat at the thought that he wants me.
When he pulls away, I meet his gaze dead on. “You mean . . . This . . . You want me?” He nods. His expression is serious as he watches me.
“I want you. In every way I can have you, Sage. I’ve wanted you for months. After today, I know this isn’t where I’m meant to be. This path I’ve been led down has brought me you. Now it’s time for me to choose.”
“And you choose me?” I quip, my lips curl into a happy smile.
“Why wouldn’t I? You’re as filthy as I am. You do realize you had rosary beads in your cute little ass. Right?” I swat him on the shoulder, my cheeks heating with embarrassment. “Don’t worry. Next time, it will be my cock.”
“You’ll have to catch me first.” I wink cheekily as I peek up at him.
His hands trail down my arms, over my hips, and he grips my ass in his big, strong hands. “Don’t doubt I’ll catch you, and I’ll keep you forever.”