Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 106839 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 534(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106839 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 534(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
Now that her hands are busy and mine are free, I unbuckle my belt, unbutton the pants, and push them down my hips just enough to let my long, thick cock spring out.
Her hand repositions, gripping my shaft. She starts jerking me off and I find a growl rumbling up from my chest.
“I want you so bad,” I say, looking right into those gray eyes.
“Then take me. I’m yours, Amon. All yours.”
I lean in and kiss her. Soft at first, like a dainty appetizer. But when I reach down and help her jerk me off—making her grip me harder and move faster—the kiss turns into something more akin to an insatiable hunger.
I pull back, turn her around so she’s facing the end of the bed, and then I place my hand on her back, right between her shoulder blades. Here I am gentle, and I don’t push. Because I don’t want her to do anything she’s not ready for.
But she’s ready. Because she bends over without me even saying a single word of encouragement or pressing down on her back in the slightest.
She’s ready.
And once she’s settled face down on the mattress, I’m ready too.
I grab the silky hem of her garden-party dress and slowly drag it up her thighs. She’s wearing nylons. The kind with garters, of course. And this is so fuckin’ sexy, I take a step back and just look at her. Those creamy thighs. The way the elastic of the hose is tight around her leg and how it cuts into the skin just the slightest bit.
Her panties are white, as are the garters. And they are silky. I slip my fingers between her legs, massaging her until those pretty panties are all wet and she lets out a moan.
Then I push them aside and push my finger into all that slick juice.
I lean in, rubbing my cock on her hip as I finger her. She’s breathing hard, her hands balled up into fists as they grip the comforter on the bed.
I pull her panties down, just enough to expose her ass cheeks, and then I slap them. Once on each side. A loud crack sounds off twice in nearly the same moment and Rosie lets out a gasp. And when I look down, her cheeks are bright red with my handprints.
“Sometimes even a good girl needs a good spankin’.”
She laughs a little, trying to look over her shoulder so she can find my eyes. I lean down, covering her, grinding my cock into her ass, and press my mouth against her shoulder, giving it a little bite.
Another gasp, but this time it’s more of a hiss.
But she doesn’t tell me to stop. In fact, when she turns her head so we’re eye to eye, she says, “Do it again.”
“Which part? The spankin’ or the bitin’?”
“Both.” And then she spreads her legs wider, and stretches her arms up the bed, and arches her back.
Daring me? Teasing me?
Doesn’t matter. All I see is an invitation.
I take a step back, lift her skirt back up to reveal her ass, place both my hands on her hips and bend down. Dragging her panties down with me.
Her legs are spread too wide to take them all the way down to her knees, but I like ’em half on, half off. It’s sexy.
I lean in, bite her ass cheek—hard. Hard enough to make her hiss again—and then spread her cheeks and give her a lick.
She about loses her mind right here. She starts wiggling and fussing. But I was counting on that and I give her a quick slap across her left cheek. Her round ass was beginning to pale after the last one, but now it brightens up all red again.
I slap the other side, evening things up. And then slip my fingers between her legs and fuck her until she’s panting, and writhing, and begging for my dick.
“Fuck me,” she’s saying. “Fuck me.”
And I’m tellin’ her, “I am, Rosie. I am.” But she wants my cock.
And this is what she tells me next. “I want your dick, Amon. I want you inside.”
“And I want you to come all over my fingers, Rosie. Then, and only then, will you get the cock.”
She wriggles. Hard enough that I have to step back and let her move. Her hands are still bound as she turns to face me, but she hops up on the bed and then opens her legs for me. “If that’s how you want it, then that’s how I want it.” She nods her head to her open legs and then she lowers herself back onto the bed.
I smile at her audacity. And I am happy to oblige. My hands find their way between her knees, opening them up wider. Then I reach for those silky panties and rip them right down the middle.