Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 95756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 479(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 479(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
A cry escaped. She hated trying to hold her pleasure back. Her breath came in sharp pants as he moved his tongue faster against her clit. Another finger joined the first one. But they didn’t move. Just remained inside her, penetrating her. Then he drew them sharply out and pushed his tongue deep inside her.
She cried out, arching slightly but remembered quickly to keep her gaze on him. He withdrew his tongue. “Good girl. I thought I was going to have to stop and I really want to have you screaming as you come on my tongue. Now put your hands behind your head and keep them there.”
She hastily thrust her hands behind her head. He placed one hand over the top of her mound, using his thumb to flick her clit. He returned his tongue to her pussy, driving it in and out of her aching pussy.
“Please. Oh, please. I need to come. Please can I come?” she begged.
Nothing.
Fuck. Fuck. She wanted to close her eyes, wanted to find her release, but she didn’t dare, knowing he wasn’t bluffing. He would stop if she disobeyed him.
His thumb moved faster. Harder. She was so close. Sweat coated her body. The throbbing in her bottom was forgotten. There was nothing except her need to come.
“Come, baby. Come now.”
He pressed his tongue deep and she came with a scream. Her whole body shook with the force of her orgasm. It took all of her control to keep her gaze on his and it made her feel deeply vulnerable to see him watching her as she found her release.
He stood and quickly undid his jeans, pulling them and his boxers down. Then he lined his cock up with her passage and thrust himself deep inside her. She let out a cry and he stilled.
“Fuck, baby, are you okay? I shouldn’t have moved so quickly, did I hurt your bottom? Is it too much with the plug?”
He started to pull back and she wrapped her legs around him. “No, don’t stop. Please, don’t stop. I want you. Please.”
His jaw was clenched tight, his body straining. It did something to her, having him partially dressed while she was naked, it made her feel even more submissive.
“Thank God, because you feel so damn good. You’re so tight around me. Shit.” He drove himself deep. His cock filled her. Her need for him sky-rocketed. He leaned over, placed his forearms on the bed to take his weight as he sucked one nipple into his mouth.
She arched up with a cry. She was so sensitive. It was almost too much. And yet she wanted more. He moved to her other nipple, nipped at it, tugged as she writhed beneath him.
“You’re going to come again, baby.”
“I can’t,” she wailed.
“You can. I command it. I want you coming with me.” He moved harder. Faster. She clung to him, wanting more and at the same time, unsure she could take it. She was so full. His cock and the plug in her ass were almost too much to take. She arched up as a tremor hit her.
“Clint!”
“Come with me, darling girl. Do as you’re told and come now.”
It amazed her how well her body knew him, obeyed him. As he let out a shout, coming, she threw her head back, letting out a huge cry as she fell over the edge into a deep bliss.
9
She looked at the car seat in shock. “You’re joking, right?”
Clint’s truck was high. Like all the damn trucks on the ranch. Thankfully, it had a running board that she could use as a stepping stool. Although usually he just lifted her in. She’d never driven his truck. In fact, she hadn’t really driven anywhere since coming to live on the ranch a few months ago. Her car had been sent to where all old, crapped out cars were sent to die.
Which meant she had to drive one of the ranch trucks if she wanted to get anywhere. However, every time she’d told Clint she wanted to go into town, either he or one of his men had taken her.
“A car seat?”
It was more of a booster than a car seat. It just had a base, so anyone who drove past them wouldn’t be able to tell she was sitting on it. But still… she didn’t need it.
“I don’t need a booster seat,” she told him.
“You’re so short, you can barely see over the dashboard.”
“I’m not that short, your truck is just that big!” she protested.
“You’re using the booster seat. No arguments. And if you pout, I’m going to make you sit in it in the back seat.”
Okay, that was a step too far. But she pressed her lips together, knowing better than to press her luck. This was a special weekend, she got to spend three whole days alone with him at a cabin he owned and she didn’t want to waste a minute of it arguing.