Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 90540 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90540 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Beautiful. Mouthwatering.
“Look at this light hair. I’m glad you left some.” Then he parted me. “Ah! You’re drenched.”
My face burned. I’d never felt more exposed.
And that only made me wetter.
His hands were shaking, his words ragged as he said, “I never knew my cock could ache this much.” He started kissing down my body.
A flick of his tongue along my cleavage. Another above my navel.
“Whoa. What are you going to do?” I barely recognized my own voice.
He tugged my soaked panties down to my knees. “Need to eat you.”
I pressed his head back. “Wait, let’s don’t. Not that much of a fan actually.” I never could come from it, and guys seemed to think they’d failed if they couldn’t bring me off. The pressure spoiled it for me.
But I didn’t want to put Dmitri off totally, so I said, “I make up for that with my love of head.”
He narrowed his eyes. “We’ll address this soon.” He cupped me, massaging my pussy.
What did that mean? I couldn’t think when he was stroking me—like he owned me. “It’s just . . . not my favorite.”
“It will be when I do it.” His confidence could almost make me believe. He released me, raising his glistening fingers between us. “A taste of what will come.” Then he licked them.
Another play on words! What will come.
As he tasted my wetness, his eyes rolled back in his head. “So—fucking—luscious!” He sucked his fingers as if he couldn’t get enough.
I moaned, just from the sight. “Dmitri.”
With a growl, he tore his fingers away. “If you deny me that, then I will have to punish you.”
“Punish?”
He pulled me to my feet and turned me to face the mirror again. “Spread your legs and put your hands on the counter. Do not move them from there.”
I hesitated, partly because of the con, partly from trepidation. With my panties around my knees and my legs parted, I rested my palms on the marble—
His palm cracked against my ass.
Comprehension came slowly. He’d . . . spanked me? I’d just been freaking spanked! I wasn’t into this at all.
But my job was to send him ever closer to sexual insanity; if a whipping lit his wick, then I’d be forced to go along with this.
Another slap. The sound was ridiculously loud.
I gritted my teeth and accepted my fate.
Slap! He collared my throat with his other hand, holding me steady. Slap!
Heat from my ass radiated to my back, my legs, my . . . pussy. This weird interplay started getting to me. My internal resistance dwindled.
He must’ve sensed it. “That’s it,” he said, his tone filled with dark praise. “Submit to me.”
Submit . . . My core clenched at the word. With each spank, my tits shook, and I loved the way he watched them in the mirror. My nipples were harder than I’d ever seen them, my clit throbbing.
“Look at you meeting my strikes.”
I’d been raising my ass for more! What was happening to me? Unknown circuits in my brain seemed to be firing for the first time.
Because of this man. The key . . .
“Do you want more?” His voice was hot-wired to my pussy.
I had to know what he’d do next! He’d said he wouldn’t fuck me. Anything else was working the con—with a freaking billionaire as my mark! “Yes!”
With his free hand, he gripped me firmly between my thighs. “So wet! It feels like my beautiful girl needs to come.”
I sucked in a breath at the shocking contact. “Dmitri, I can’t take much more of this!”
His body thrummed, muscles bulging beneath his clothes. “Can you take this?” He shook that hand, vibrating all of my pussy.
“Oh, my GOD.” My back bowed, my nipples straining painfully. My spread legs twitched, my ass quivering.
He slapped it again. The force shoved my clit against his vibrating palm.
Pleasure mounted. I was going to come in his hand if he kept spanking me. “More.”
He whipped me again, sending me into his waiting grip.
I stared into his eyes as my orgasm neared. “Please . . .”
Another slap.
“What are you doing to me?” I sounded awed.
“I want to make you feel good so you’ll keep coming back to me for more.”
Good? I was about to climb the walls! “Please let me come!”
“Show me how badly you need it. Use my hand.” The hand he’d stilled. The one I was all but resting on.
He’d taken me to the very edge, then upped the ante. Could I call his bet? It would be so shameful to work my clit against him. To soak his palm with my cum.
“Submit to me.” He released the hand gripping my ass. Because he wanted me to do this all on my own?
I’d never felt so out of control. Why was I fighting the overwhelming urge to obey him? I needed to grind my orgasm out right in his hand!
“You want to do it for me, beautiful.” His amber eyes mesmerized me.
Did I? Could I? My face flamed as I accepted the truth.
I let the spell come over me, and I started to move my hips.
“That’s it,” he hissed. “That’s what I want to see.”
My toes curled. “It’s so good . . . so good . . . so good.” As I rocked to his palm, my heavy-lidded gaze dipped. When I saw his big cock threatening to rip free, all thoughts of restraint dissolved. “I changed my mind! Do you have a condom?”
He groaned. “I would kill to fuck you. Never been so hard.” He rubbed the heel of his free hand over the ridge in his pants. A circle of precum dampened the material.
It should’ve wet my tongue.
“But I told you I wouldn’t.” That mattered to him right now?
“I need you to fuck me, Dmitri—I feel out of my mind!”
His lips drew back from his white teeth, his expression fierce. “That is how crazed you’ve made me every moment since I first saw you!” He stood behind me to thrust his cock against my burning ass.
When the material of his pants abraded my skin, I cried out.