Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 46674 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46674 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
She looks at me over her shoulder, her eyes wide with shock, a proper deer-in-the-headlights look that makes me feel even more like the predator I am.
“Well?” I snap.
“I want it,” she whimpers. “Just please don’t humiliate me, Arturo.”
“What?”
“Don’t let the other men see me naked. Please. I’ll do anything.”
“The other men?” I snarl.
Tears glint in her eyes and she nods, biting her lip in a way that makes me want to pry open that pretty little mouth with the engorged mass of my length. The base is aching and so hard it feels like a river of lava-hot is going to surge up my length and out of my enflamed helm, flooding my pants.
The outline of my desire must be plain to her.
Does she think this is some sort of trick?
As if I’d let another man see her—ever.
But I can’t tell her the plans I have for her.
Then she’ll know that she has more power over me than anybody ever has before.
“Nobody’s going to see you apart from me,” I tell her. “Silly horny girl.”
I bring my hand down in a soft slap on her ass cheek, savoring the shower-wet feel of it, staring in wonder as the impact reverberates and makes her juicy voluptuous flesh shimmer for me, like a mirage, like an oasis, like a gift.
“Ah,” she whimpers.
“That didn’t hurt,” I scold.
“No …”
“Oh,” I smirk. “You like it, don’t you, you little freak?”
She says nothing, turning to give me a pouting look, a downright daring look.
I spank her again, listening to the way she moans, high pitched and taut as though she’s going to start squirting down those thick beautiful thighs just from the impact alone.
Again and again, I spank her, always keeping it relatively soft because otherwise, I won’t be able to restrain myself.
I’ll lose control and tackle her into the bedroom, pin her arms behind her back and pull my cock out of my pants, just my cock, nothing else, leaving me clothed and her naked like the fuck toy she was made to be … but just for me, only for me, always, forever.
She whimpers and shivers each time I spank her, and then I smooth my hand over her ass cheeks, her skin dappled ever-so-slightly red from the playful punishment.
I grind my hand down, teasing her asshole with my forefinger, moving it in small circles.
“I could fuck your ass for days and there’s nothing you could do about it,” I snarl. “You’d just have to take it like my shivering little slut, wouldn’t you? You’re mine now, Aida. You’re lucky I don’t want that right now. You’re lucky I just want to feel you cream.”
“C-cream?” she moans.
I laugh grimly.
“Are you really that naïve? You’ve never had an orgasm before?”
A look of near-pain flits across her face.
“Arturo, can I please stand up? I’m not used to being in positions like this. I’m not some yoga master.”
I almost laugh, not grimly this time, but an actual, real laugh. I catch it before I reveal to her how magnetic she is to me, and then I nod.
“Yeah, but only because you asked so nicely. Stand up and push yourself up against the shower wall. I still want to look at that ass as I make you squirt. And you didn’t answer my question.”
“I’ve … No, I haven’t, not by—”
“Not by anybody else?” I snap when she cuts off.
Pushing herself up against the shower wall – and pushing out her ass like she’s reading my mind and knows what I want – she nods.
“Fucking hell,” I growl.
This just gets better and better.
I don’t let myself think about the fact that this is Franco’s daughter, the man who was like a brother to me growing up before he changed everything. None of that matters as I stare at that unbelievably mouth-watering ass.
All that matters is the stiff tension in my pants and giving this woman something she’s never felt before.
I stalk forward, walking right up to her, but I’m careful not to let my crotch graze her ass cheeks. I know I’m too far gone to hold myself back if that happened.
I reach down and grab her thigh, and then grind my palm up toward her creamy slit.
She gasps and her breath falters when I press my hand against her, against her lips, clit, and hole all at the same time, and then I slide my middle finger down her lips toward her clit.
Her lips are as delicious as the rest of her, full, big, so much there to explore. I want to grind those big hungry lips for hours, learn all the different spots of her pleasure, tease them, and make her squirt rivers of come for me.
“I’m going to fuck your tight needy hole with my finger,” I tell her, somehow, miraculously, keeping my voice calm. “And you’re going to cream for me. If you don’t, I’m going to be very fucking pissed off.”