Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 83994 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83994 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
“I’m hard on you, Casey, because I know you can handle it.” He slips down my panties and palms my pussy. A low rumble of approval releases from his lips. “You’re so fucking wet. Did I say you were allowed to get this soaking wet?”
“No… but… I can’t help it.”
“Did I say you were allowed to want me this badly?” He stares into my eyes, gripping my throat, fingers slowly moving up and down my slit.
“Ah… no… you didn’t.”
“I didn’t… sir.”
“Sir!”
He releases my throat and pulls his arm out from under my shirt. He grabs my hair instead, pulling it tightly.
“Maybe you aren’t as obedient as I thought.”
“I am… I’m trying…”
“Not hard enough.”
He turns me around roughly. I moan as I’m pinned face-first to the glass. He yanks my shorts and panties off, exposing me to him. I whimper, excited and afraid, my heart hammering in my chest as he grabs my hair again. I’m pulled back until my hands are touching the glass and my legs are spread.
His wrist flicks and his palm comes down on my ass. My eyes go wide as a sting of pain rips across my skin. I flinch, but his grip on my hair doesn’t release. Instead, he spanks me again.
“Sir!” I gasp in shock. “Oh, god!”
“That’s right. That’s better. Now, are you allowed to be wet right now, you dirty little slut?”
“N-no, I don’t think so…”
He lets out a soft, sensual laugh. “Good girl. So much better. Do you want permission, baby?”
“Please!”
“And what else do you want?”
“Your… your fingers? On my…” I bite my lip, feeling self-conscious.
“Say it, baby.” His grip in my hair tightens.
“On my… you know…”
He spanks me roughly. I gasp in surprise.
“I don’t know. Say it, Casey.”
“On my pussy! Your fingers on my pussy!”
He growls as he gives me what I want. His fingers stroke up and down my soaking wet folds, rolling around my clit, before sliding one deep inside. I arch my back and moan as bliss rams straight into my brain.
“That’s a good girl. See, I knew you could handle it. I’m hard but I’m fair, Casey. And look at you, aching for my touch, trembling for it. Have you been thinking about me alone in that room?”
“Yes,” I admit, mortified, but it’s true.
“How often?”
“Every night. Sir.”
“Every night?” He tuts and I can see that he’s grinning in the reflection in the glass. “What a filthy fucking girl.”
“No!”
He pulls his fingers back and spanks me twice. I gasp, wriggling, and this time he drops to his knees behind me and pulls me against his mouth. His hands grip my hips as his tongue flits across my soaking, aching core, licking me up and down, piercing inside and back to my clit again. It feels so good I nearly break right then and there. I’m on my toes, my fingers pressed to the glass, every muscle in my body tense with bliss and ready to explode.
“Such a delicious fucking liar.” He laps me and teases me with his fingers. “You can pretend like you’re not a filthy little slut for me all you like, but we both know the truth. The second I touch you, the second I give you commands, that’s the second you crumble and give me what I want.”
“What… what do you… want, sir?”
His eyes are blazing when I look back over my shoulder.
“On your knees.”
He stands. I turn to face him, breathing hard, and drop down. He pulls off my crop top and tosses it aside, and now I’m completely naked and exposed. He yanks off his own shirt, revealing beautiful, tanned skin and more muscles than I can even imagine. He takes my chin in his hand as he slowly tugs at the waistband of his sleep pants.
“I wonder, Casey. Is this a reward? Or is it a punishment?” He slips his cock out. God, I forgot how big he is. It’s huge and thick, wrapped with veins, and so hard it’s like he’s going to break.
“Both,” I whisper, stroking him, and lean forward to lick his tip. I taste salty precum before moving forward, sliding more of him into my mouth.
I love the way he reacts. He’s been in charge right up until this moment. But it’s like the second I start to suck him, Declan’s strength begins to waver. He stares down at me with pure desire in his eyes as I stroke and suck, my spit rolling down his shaft. I gag, gasp for air, and go deeper. If this is punishment then let it hurt a little. If this is a reward then let me enjoy it.
Power and pleasure twist into one. He’s mine while he’s in my mouth. I hollow my cheeks and suck him hard, leaning back and letting him stare at my body. He likes my breasts, my stiff pink nipples, my hips, my ass. He likes my eyes and my lips, especially with his dick in my mouth. And I like the way he likes it. I love the way he wants it. Like he’ll happily burn down his entire life just for another taste of me.