Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 99381 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99381 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
I slip down the hall Billie went into only a few moments before. There are two rooms and restrooms at the other end, but I come to a stop at the first room. I can feel her before I see her as enter, ensuring no one else notices.
“What took you so long?” she demands, sounding high and mighty as she sits on the leather couch, looking like a queen worthy of a throne in that green dress. That fucking dress that accentuates all of her curves. The strand of pearls around her neck, begging to be broken and scattered on the floor from some breath play.
“Lift your dress and turn around,” I command. I’m not fucking around with Billie tonight. She’s not drunk now, and I had to show a restraint I’ve never known by not touching her last night. My body is humming, my cock already rising and begging to be buried deep inside her. It’s been fucking months. And the first thing she does when she sees me is brings a fucking cat into my house. She will be punished for it.
“No, hello, how are you, Billie?” she sasses.
“Hello. How are you, Chaos? Now, turn and lift your fucking dress and touch your toes.”
She uncrosses her legs and stands. The woman has the audacity to put a hand on her hip.
“How about, no?” My cock hardens at her defiance. I step into her space, but she doesn’t even flinch. Not that I’ve ever given her a reason to.
I lean over and whisper against her ear, “Did you really think you’d get away with last night?”
She stiffens, and I take the glass from her hand and put it down on the table.
“Well, I have a question for you, too,” she says, and I smirk as she tries to defy me even now.
“You can ask after my cock’s buried deep in that sweet cunt of yours, and you show me how appreciative you are for last night.”
“About last night—” I cut her off by putting my hand around her throat and angling her head to look up at me again. My cock’s straining against my pants, and I’m fighting against logic. I know I can’t fuck her here. I won’t be able to restrain myself if I bury myself in her now, and every time we’ve fucked at an event, we’ve been caught.
“Bend over and let me inside you. Tell me how fucking sorry you are,” I demand. Because I want her to know what it’s like to be teased. I let Billie have control over me and use me for my body as she pleases, but she needs to remember that I’m not some cute puppy to be patted and cooed over. I’ll let her use me for my body, but last night was something different entirely. I even acted so stupid that I bought her favorite jacket in every color like a fucking fool. I’ve never felt the urge to spend money. Not until her… knowing that something is her favorite, I just couldn’t resist, and now I feel like a fool for it. As if I have to reiterate for the both of us that this is just sex between us. I’m only here for her to use my body as she pleases. And I know very much that she enjoys the way I force her into submission.
“We shouldn’t,” she breathlessly whispers but does as she’s told, turning and brushing her ass against my cock. Interesting. The little bundle of chaos does know how to be obedient, though she’s still as reckless as I am. Right here and now, I could have her. Fuck, do I want her.
“I need to check the tattoo, so fucking bend over.”
But I don’t want her to be caught once again because one of us doesn’t have any restraint.
She lifts her dress and exposes red lacy underwear. I bite my bottom lip, my knuckles turning white as I try to contain my urges. Fuck me, this perfect ass. I place my hand on one plump cheek and push my bulging cock against her panties. She hisses. Fuck me, I so badly want to free my cock and pound into her.
I can’t help but slap her ass. She straightens at the contact, and I grab her by the back of the neck, bending her back over, admiring the view. So fucking perfect.
So fucking everything.
I grit my teeth as I lock my gaze on her tattoo. It’s healed nicely but still not finished.
“I said touch your toes,” I demand, and I swear the vein in my neck is about to rupture as she sensually runs her hands down her smooth legs and touches the tips of her toes in those sexy heels. I want to drop to my knees and feast on her sweet pussy and ass. Fuck me. I don’t know how she’s able to get me this amped up without even touching me.