Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 58442 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58442 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
“And yet, you like when I do both.”
“Says who?”
I walk around the bed, and take her by the hips. She doesn’t move to stop me, or pull away. “You don’t need to say.”
“Stop,” she whispers.
“Say that like you mean it.”
“Stop… sir.”
“You know that just turns me on even more.”
She chews on her lip. “Sir, you can’t just take what you want. You can’t just take all responsibility from me… you can’t make this your choice, not mine. You can’t. Sir.”
She moans the final sir. She knows what she’s doing.
She’s saying I can’t do it… while giving me a roadmap on how she wants it.
“What if you want me to take responsibility from you?” I growl.
Her whimpers and the widening of her eyes tell me I’m right.
“What if you need me to?” I slide my hand around to her full ass and pull her against me, indulging in her curvy sexiness. “You need me to take the lead so you can forget about your nightmare, about the storm, about everything.”
“I don’t think this is very appropriate, sir.”
“Keep telling yourself that; none of this is on you… It’s all on me.”
She moans again, doing a piss poor job of pretending she doesn’t like it. I crush my lips against hers, tasting her pleasure, feeling her shiver with barely repressed desire. She squeezes onto my shoulders.
“Sir,” she whispers.
“Every time you say that,” I groan between hungry kisses. “I get even harder.”
She wriggles against me. “Can you get any harder, sir?”
Fuck.
The answer is yes.
She whimpers longingly when I pick her up and place her atop the chest of drawers, her legs opening, allowing me to drive my hips forward and push my engorged cock against her needy core.
She gasps. “Wait–our masks.”
I smirk. “If you want your mask before I touch your eager, soaked pussy, you better say it like you mean it.”
I step back, creating some space between her body and mine, then glide my hand slowly up her thigh. She halts my wrist before I can go all the way.
“Please, sir,” she moans, her legs shaking as if her body is screaming at her to let me go all the way.
“Stay exactly where you are,” I growl.
I walk around the bed and grab our masks. Putting mine on first, I then hand hers to her. Her hands tremble as much as her lust-filled legs as she carefully pulls it on.
“Easier to accept you need this now, aye?” I croon, gliding my hand up her bare leg and against her underwear.
She gasps and shifts her hips, grinding her core against my hand.
“I can feel your wetness through the material,” I tell her, rubbing faster. “You can pretend you don’t want it. Pretend this is all part of the deal. Pretend you’re contractually obliged to get soaked for me. But you fucking need this, Aurora.”
“Sir, sir, sir,” she chants.
“When it comes to your horny-as-fuck pussy and that deep dark desire you try to hide, you love it when I tell you what to do. You love it when you get to relinquish control.”
She bites her lip, nodding, making my manhood ache like I’m going to explode in my pants.
“Beg me to take off your underwear,” I grunt.
“Sir…”
“Now.” I stop grinding my hand up and down her folds, holding it still, but maintaining contact so the spell doesn’t break. “Now, Aurora. I won’t ask again.”
“Please, sir,” she moans after a moment. “Take off my underwear, sir. Please. I’m begging you.”
I groan as I grip her underwear, pull them down her thick, delicious thighs. Her mouth tightens as if she’s debating telling me to stop, as if she’s unsure of how far she wants to take this.
When I touch her again, I feel precome pulsing hot and achingly out of the tip of my cock. She’s drenched, her needy clit swollen as if in response to my touch, inflamed with lust.
“Raiden,” she moans. “Oh, fuck. We shouldn’t—”
“You want it,” I tell her. “Stop pretending.”
“Oh, oh, fuck,” she gasps.
I push the heel of my palm against her needy nub, stroking her channel with my fingers at the same time. She grinds her hips even faster as though she’s losing control, sinking her fingers into my shoulders and riding the wave.
When I slip my finger into her drenched entrance, she pushes her mask against my chest and bites onto my pec through my shirt.
“I know you’ll scream otherwise,” I snarl. “I know you’re losing control. I know you’re about to explode for me. Do it, Aurora. Let go. Drench my hand with how badly you want this, how badly you fucking need this. Even if you’re pretending you don’t.”
“Sir, sir, sir.”
Her pussy makes gorgeous wet noises as I thrust in and out of her, drawing her closer and closer to the edge. She grips the back of my neck and pulls me in for a kiss.