Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 146417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 146417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
His hand came down on her ass with a resounding whack. The pain hit her system and she gasped, forcing air into her lungs. He held his hand there as if he could force the heat into her skin. After a moment that same hand stroked down to her thigh and back up again.
The wait was killing her. She would rather he’d gone fast and gotten through this part so she could feel his arms around her, his body moving inside hers.
Another hard smack and tears pierced her eyes. The pain was jarring, and he coupled it with the sweet sensation of his hand stroking her skin. It reminded her of how good it felt to have him touch her. Not merely anyone, but this man.
“I’ve dreamed of doing this to you, of being here with you. In my dreams you’re always naked.” He spanked her again, a sharp smack against the underside of her ass. “You always start out unsure about whether or not you like this.”
“Your dreams are my reality,” she admitted as he spanked her again. “Is it always so slow?”
His big palm cupped her, and he gave her a squeeze that made her heart rate tick up. “Not at all. Sometimes I’ll pull you over my lap and spank you hard and fast. You won’t have a chance to breathe, it’ll be so shocking.”
“And this is supposed to do something for me?” Even as she asked the question she knew the answer because she could feel heat flooding her system and she was deeply aware of how close his hand was to her pussy. The brief pain she’d felt was working to sensitize her.
He was right. This was what she needed. She needed the pain to give her permission to feel the pleasure. She was sure a therapist would tell her she needed to spend some time on a couch, but she didn’t care. She would take any moment of respite she could find.
She lost track of how many times he slapped her ass and then eased the ache with the touch of his hand.
“Still wonder if it’s doing something for you?” His voice had gone deep and she felt his hand slide between her legs. He slid a finger through her pussy. “Yes, I dream about this, too. I dream about how fucking wet you get every time I touch you. I dream about how good you smell, and I fucking can’t wait to taste you again. Tell me how you feel right now.”
She didn’t want to talk. She wanted that finger inside her, but he was skimming over her flesh, teasing her.
He slapped her pussy, sending a jarring wave of pleasure/pain through her. “I asked a question. I expect an answer. Now.”
She wished she didn’t love it when he took charge. Her life would be so much easier if she didn’t feel that tug inside her the minute Beck’s tone went all commanding. “It hurts but not so much I want you to stop. I want you to touch me. I’m getting antsy.”
“You’re getting impatient, but I’m going to show you how good it can be to go slow,” he replied as he gently fucked a single finger into her pussy.
It wasn’t enough but she tilted her hips to try to get him to that spot he always found so quickly.
His hand was suddenly gone, and he peppered her ass with sharp, short slaps.
She groaned and sucked in air, letting the pain flare before the wave of heat rolled over her.
“You don’t get to control this.” He wrapped his hand around the nape of her neck and gently eased her up. He moved in behind her, so close she could feel his cock against her tender ass. “I control this. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes.” She needed to give this a shot because not being in control sounded so fucking good. She was always in control, always had the heavy burden of responsibility on her shoulders, and she had for years.
His hands moved to her waist and then he brushed them up her torso to cup her breasts. “Excellent. I want you to be a very good girl because I would hate to stop when you’re so close to an orgasm. I want to watch you come. I want to feel you shake when I suck your clit between my lips. Would you like that?”
Her spine felt like it was going to melt. No one in her whole history had ever eaten her pussy the way Beck had. He could do it for what felt like hours, bringing her pleasure again and again until she couldn’t take another orgasm and he finally gave in and gave her his cock and proved that she could. “Yes. You know I would.”
“How do I know?”
“Because I used to love it when you would eat my pussy.”