Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 149470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 598(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 598(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
“Five.” Smack!
He finished at last and I went limp over his lap, sobbing in mingled anger and relief that it was finished.
“Little one…” Sir turned me over and pulled me into his arms.
I promptly tried to push him away.
“How dare you!” I fumed at him. “How dare you treat me like a little kid and spank me like that?”
His face went dark.
“I’ll do whatever I have to in order to make you think twice before you put your life in danger again!” Taking me by the shoulders, he looked into my face. “I almost lost you, little one! Do you have any idea of how I felt when I found you lying in the freezing cold, not moving? Barely even breathing?”
His voice had gone low and hoarse and I saw the agony in his face—a depth of emotion that was surprising and a little frightening—especially considering the emotions it roused in me when I saw it.
“Sir—” I began in a tearful voice.
“I almost lost you,” he repeated. “You can’t do that to me again—I cannot lose you!”
He crushed me to his chest and held me so tight I almost couldn’t breathe for a long moment. Then he pulled back and cupped my face in his hands. Leaning forward, he began to kiss my wet cheeks and the corners of my eyes.
“I’m so sorry, little one,” he murmured, still in that low, rough voice. “But you frightened me so badly. I’ve never felt this way before.”
“For… for a pet, you mean?” I asked, looking into his eyes.
“For anyone,” he said harshly and his next kiss landed on my mouth.
Almost before I knew it, I was kissing him back. It seemed crazy, considering how angry I had been with him only moments before. But my anger seemed to melt away, or maybe I should say it transformed into something else. Even the fact that my ass was still stinging from the spanking he had given me didn’t seem to stop the passionate need I felt building inside me. In fact, I think it might have fueled it.
A moment later I found myself straddling his lap and running my hands over his horns and through his hair. Sir invaded my mouth possessively, tasting me thoroughly, claiming ownership of me in a way no man ever had before.
I moaned and kissed him back, sucking his tongue eagerly—he tasted of the sweet chocolate chips and like something hot and fiery at the same time—I couldn’t get enough of him.
I thought Sir couldn’t get enough of me, either, but in another moment he had broken the kiss.
“What…why did you stop?” I asked, panting.
“Because I want to taste more than just your mouth,” he growled and I saw that his full-black eyes had gone full-red—a deep crimson that burned like flames.
Oh damn—what did that mean? I had no idea but I didn’t have time to ask. Before I knew it, Sir had flipped me around again and now I was laying on the couch with him looming over me.
“Spread your thighs for me, little one,” he commanded in that deep, rumbling voice of his. “Open for me and let me in—let me taste that sweet little cunt.”
His hot words sent a shiver of desire through me. Without hesitation, I opened for him, moaning as he dove between my thighs.
Sir wound his long, muscular arms around my upper thighs, splitting me wide with his impossibly broad shoulders. He rubbed his rough cheek against my bare mound and inhaled deeply, as though he couldn’t get enough of my scent. I felt his grip tighten on me and he groaned.
“I want to be gentle with you, but it’s so damn hard when I want to devour your soft little pussy!”
“You…you don’t have to go slow,” I panted, reaching down tentatively to stroke his curling horns. “You don’t have to warm me up for you—I’m already hot!”
This was the absolute truth. I don’t know if the spanking turned me on somehow or maybe it was the fact that I had submitted to the spanking in the first place. Or it could have been the hunger I saw in his crimson eyes—hunger just for me. But for whatever the reason. I already felt ready to explode.
“Don’t tempt me, little one,” Sir growled low in his throat.
“I…I’m not!” I protested. “Go ahead—taste me. I…I want you to. I mean, that is, if you want to,” I added a bit uncertainly.
As if to answer the question in my tone, Sir bent his head and nuzzled between my legs again. Because he had me split so wide, I could feel my outer pussy lips opening of their own accord, showing my slick inner folds and my aching clit, both already wet with my juices,.
“So fucking beautiful,” I heard Sir growl. And then his long, hot tongue was slipping deep into my pussy. I gasped as I felt him start at my entrance and then drag his tongue upward to the very top of my cleft. And then he did it again…and again and again. It was like he couldn’t get enough of my flavor and every time his tongue slid over my clit, it sent new sparks of intense pleasure rolling through me.