Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72921 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72921 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
I gulp a mouthful of air. “Rules?”
“You like being bossed around, and when we’re in my room, I’m in control. I’ll tell you what to do, and you’ll do exactly what I say.”
“And if I don’t?”
“Then you’ll suffer the consequences.” His words are harsh, but there’s a light in his eyes that gives me some comfort. If I’d just met this man, I’d probably be heading for the door, but I feel safe with him, and if by some chance I’ve misjudged him, Devin and Khalil’s rooms are right up the hall.
“Do you agree?” His bare chest is grazing against my hard nipples, making it a little hard to think straight.
I nod. “For tonight.”
He nods back, the deal sealed. “Go inside and sit on the bed.”
When I enter the room, I can’t help but think about what kind of “consequences” I’d receive if Marcos knew what I’d done in his room when he wasn’t home. Thank god Khalil and I didn’t have sex in here, or I’d be feeling way too weird about it now.
As directed, I sit on the edge of his neatly made bed, where I watch him come in and close the door behind him. A bright overhead light is on, but he flicks on a bedside lamp and turns off the main switch, leaving us in dim shadows that further emphasize the hard cut of his physique.
He stands facing me, a couple of feet away, just out of reach. “Touch yourself,” he says in a cold tone.
“Are you going to watch me masturbate again?”
“Don’t worry. I’ll be doing much more than watching.”
With those promising words, I spread my legs, rest my arm on my thigh, and dip a finger into my wetness. With my eyes fixed on his, I play with my nipple with my other hand. I’m tired, and honestly ready for a fuck that just involves me lying on the mattress, but Marcos enjoys watching, so I may as well provide a show.
When I’ve brought both nipples to tight peaks, I move my knees further apart and use the fingers of both hands to spread the lips of my pussy, stroking along the folds, rubbing circles around my clit.
Checking to make sure his eyes are riveted there — and of course they are — I push a digit inside my opening and start to finger fuck myself. This activity doesn’t really trigger much sensation for me, but the spellbound look on Marcos’s face does.
“Tell me what you want me to do to you,” he says, his eyes never leaving my center.
“Everything.”
Marcos’s brows lift. “Tell me.”
“I want you to fuck me. I want your cock inside me and your hands all over me. I want it rough and hard. I want you to stop watching me and start touching me.”
As I talk, he finally starts to take off his pants. He doesn’t rush, but he doesn’t go slowly either; his movements are very matter-of-fact, as if he’s undressing to get changed after work. All the while, though, he watches me, as I dip in and out of my pussy and swirl my fingers around my clit.
“I want you to take me from behind. I want you to pound into me deep and hard until you can’t take it anymore, and then I want to feel your cock throb deep inside me.”
He palms his cock through the cotton of his underwear and then reveals it — long, thick, corded with veins, semi-erect until he gives it a tug and it grows in his grip.
When I reach a hand toward him, he says, “No.”
I flutter my eyelashes at him playfully. ’“Do you want me to beg for it?”
He doesn’t even crack a hint of a smile. “Get on the floor. On your knees.”
Now we’re getting somewhere. I do as I’m told and kneel right in front of him as I look up expectantly.
“Open up.”
I open wide and stick my tongue out like a welcome mat. My mouth is watering for his cock, and it’s taking a lot of self control to wait for his commands. If I had known how stubborn Marcos would be, I’d have issued a dare in the kitchen to get some action with him. But I can’t deny that his domination game is making me even hotter than I already was. It’s a bit of fun, and I expect there will be a big payoff.
Marcos rubs the head of his cock on my lips and tongue a few times before feeding it into my mouth. When I start to suck on it, stretching to take him deeper, he grasps the top of my head.
“I didn’t tell you to suck.”
I go still as he slides his hand down over my cheek, lazily teasing his fingers over my skin as he holds his cock in my mouth. It’s torture, having it in there and not being able to do what I want with it.