Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33795 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33795 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
Not a chance.
“You want to see if I did as you told?” I say in a small voice, thick with lust.
“Yes,” he growls.
I swallow, turning in my seat to face him. He undoes his seatbelt, and with shaking hands, I do the same.
“Spread your legs, Princess,” he purrs, his voice low and heavy, his jaw tight. I bite my lip to stifle the moan, swallowing and slowly nodding.
And slowly, I do what he says. I spread my legs, and my hands pull at my skirt, pulling it up my bare legs.
“Show me, baby girl,” he growls softly as I hesitate just shy of showing him.
“You want to see my panties, Mr. Knolls?”
“Fuck, Tempest, he groans, his jaw tight.
Something clicks. Something about the power I suddenly realize I have over this dominant, powerful, gorgeous, and much older man clicks. And at the same time, the power he also has over me melts through me. And that power makes me want to do anything for him.
It makes me want to be everything for him.
…Like his dirty girl.
“You want to see the mess you left in my panties and all over my pussy?” I whisper in a soft, high voice.
I don’t know where this filthy talk and this bad girl attitude is coming from, but I’m soaking wet from it. And I’m nervous that I’m making a fool of myself in front of this much older clearly more experienced man. But then I see the hard look in his eyes, and the way his jaw clenches, and how hard he is in his pants for me, and it’s all I can do not to throw myself at him.
I pull the skirt all the way up, shivering as I expose my panty-covered pussy to my Headmaster. I slip a finger inside the waistband and slowly pull the panties down, showing him the sticky wet stain inside.
“You dirty little girl,” Christian growls thickly, his voice like an electric current that sizzles through my body.
“I’m your dirty little girl, Mr. Knolls,” I breathe. “If you want.”
He groans, his eyes flashing fire at me.
“Trust me, angel,” he purrs. “I do want. In fact, you’ll find that there’s literally no part of you that I don’t want — utterly, totally, and completely. I want every single piece of you as my own. Mine,” he growls, making me whimper.
“Touch your pussy.”
I moan softly, my finger tracing down over my pussy.
“Like this, sir?”
He growls. “Just like that.”
I moan softly, rubbing my clit while I hold my panties stretched down to show him.
“I— I want to watch you too,” I say in a tight, shaky voice. And I’m shocked that I say it, but Christian only smiles hungrily at me.
“You want to watch me?” His eyes flash. “Tell me what you want to watch, Princess,” he growls lowly.
I whimper, swallowing the heat from my face. “Show—” I take a shaky breath, my finger rolling over the nub of my clit. “Show me your cock, sir,” I gasp.
He groans.
“Such a little fucking tease.”
“Just for you,” I whisper.
“Only for me.”
I nod, swallowing thickly. My eyes go wide as I watch his hands move to his lap. Slowly, he unzips, and I’m not even blinking as I watch him reach inside and the pull his massive cock out.
God, he’s so hard.
He wraps his hand around it, making it twitch as he moves his fingers up and down. He strokes it, and white cum leaks out of the head and runs down the shaft to his big, heavy balls.
I whimper, rubbing my clit and gasping as my eyes lock onto his cock.
“Turn over,” he purrs.
I drag my eyes up to his, not sure what he means.
“On your knees, Princess,” he says softly but firmly, his hand stroking his big, pulsing dick. “On your knees so I can see that sexy little ass of yours.”
I swallow, panting as I do what he says. I turn away from him and move onto my knees in the passenger seat. I reach back and pull the skirt up again, bunching it around my waist and feeling the heat flood through my face as I feel his eyes drink on me. I know he can see my sticky, soaking wet black thong, pulled tight against my little pussy and splitting the globes of my ass.
I gasp when I feel his hands on me, skimming up the backs of my thighs until his fingers find my panties. He tugs them, slipping them down and pulling them from my body until they’re mid-thigh.
“Keep touching your pussy for me, angel,” he growls, his voice edged and tight. I do, panting. And when I hear him groan, and hear his own breath catch, I know he’s stroking himself again — so hard and so wound up from me.
My fingers slip through my slippery pussy lips, feeling the sticky wetness of us from earlier and my pulse racing as I shamelessly slip a finger inside. I groan, easing the finger in and out while my thumb rubs my clit. Christian leans close, and I gasp as I feel his breath on the back of my thighs. I don’t know what he’s doing until he starts to run his lips over my skin. He teases me, making me gasp as I play with my clit.