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)
CHAPTER 22
RAIDEN
She makes the sexiest noises when I spank her a third time. My dick feels like it could explode just from the sheer contact of us rubbing our bodies together. She turns me into a damn teenager with her curvaceousness.
“You’re not wet for me?” I croon, loving the way her eyes grow wide, like she’s high on me, high on us, loving the way she rubs her body up and down mine as if on instinct.
“That’s none of your business, sir.”
Every time she calls me sir, the tip of my dick aches. Precome leaks hotly out of me. My muscles are firm, tight with lust, with tension.
When I grab her hips and lift her up, she wraps her arms and legs around me, like she wants no space between us at all. I carry her to the bed and lay her down, then press my body against hers.
I drive between her legs, letting her feel me, how hard I am, my manhood grinding through my pants against her. She whimpers as I fall into a rhythm.
“Admit you want this,” I growl, kissing her neck. “Then I’ll touch you for real.”
“Do what you want, sir. I don’t care.”
“You’re making me so hard.”
Another pleasure filled moan. “I can feel that… sir.”
I lean to the side slightly to make room for my hand. “I want to feast on you. I want to lick your perfect lips and your soaking wet hole. But you need to beg me, Aurora. You need to fucking plead for it.”
She shifts her hips with my hand as I grind up and down outside her pants.
“Who… said… I… want… that… suh-sir?”
Her lust is a song. Nothing else matters; nothing else exists.
She’s turning me savage, and I don’t want to be civilized.
She smooths her hand down my body and presses her hand against the front of my pants. I let out a shuddering groan as she strokes up and down my trapped steel.
“You don’t need me to beg.” She gasps. “You can’t control yourself, sir.”
Each sir causes a flow of release from my aching shaft.
“I need to taste your perfect pussy,” I snarl.
She moans and rubs the front of my pants even faster, with more determination. If she keeps going like this, I might just explode. Come in my pants because she’s so hot.
It’s not just her body, her gorgeous face, or her sweet moans. It’s the way she’s letting herself go, melting before my eyes, succumbing to her lust, to us.
I slip my hand down her pants and into her underwear, moving down to her clit.
“Don’t make too much noise,” I command. “Your lust is just for me. No one else. Understand?”
“Yuh-yes,” she moans.
“Good,” I growl. “Now, beg for my mouth on your pussy.”
“Uh-uh, sir,” she says, shaking her head, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
“We’ll see how strong you are.”
I rub her clit, slowly at first, then pick up the speed, my gaze fixed on her the entire time. She tries to keep rubbing my pants, but her desire gets the better of her and she claws at the sheets as if looking for purchase.
I massage her clit, then move down her lust-swollen folds to her wet hole.
Her moans become breathy in that tell-tell way. She’s close.
Suddenly, I stop.
She glares at me like I’ve just called her another woman’s name. Which I’d never do, because she’s the only one I want.
“What are you doing?” she groans.
“Beg,” I growl. “Beg for me to feast on you. Beg for me to taste your juicy wetness. Beg, Aurora.”
“You’re evil,” she moans. “Oh God, sir, you’re a monster.”
I smirk. “You need this. You’re so close. So ready to explode.”
She bites her lip, then starts to beg in a tone that causes more hot precome to flow out of me.
“Please, sir. Oh, fuck, please. Lick me. Taste me. Please. Sir, sir, sir.”
“Fuck.”
It’s a struggle to keep my voice down as I slide off the bed, grab her pants and her underwear, and pull them down in one quick motion. She laughs and grips onto the bed harder to stop me from yanking her off.
I fall to my knees as if before an altar, staring at her glistening, wet sex, her folds and clit looking swollen with desire. I bury my hands greedily in the thickness of her thighs then bring my mouth to her.
She grabs a pillow and bites down on it when I push my face against her core. Her juices are fucking delicious. That’s the sort of thing some people would find off-putting, but it’s the goddamn truth.
Her taste is addictive.
I move my tongue from her clit down her folds to her hole. She’s already so close, she trembles straightaway. With one hand on the pillow, she reaches down with the other, touching the back of my head.
As her orgasm crashes into her, it’s like she’s in charge, guiding my tongue strokes. She grinds herself against my face, bucking her hips wildly.