Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 57853 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57853 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
I never last long when she wraps those plump lips around my cock. I sink my fingers into her hair and groan when she takes me to the back of her throat.
"Tinsley," I swear. "You know where I want to come." She only sucks harder. "Brat, you're done," I say, pulling back my cock and slipping free.
"Hey," she huffs, puffing out her bottom lip.
"Don't be a brat," I warn.
"You can’t spank me. It's Valentine's Day.” I lift my brows.
"Okay, fine." She pretends to back down, but I already know what's coming. "Gotta catch me first." She does a roll across the bed and off to the other side, landing on her feet and then bolting toward the door. I give her the illusion that she might make it out of this room without me catching her, and any other day I'd chase her around this house, but she got me worked up on purpose.
I snap one arm around her waist, lifting her off her feet to toss her back onto the bed. I don't give her a chance to try and squirrel away; I come down over her while she's still on her stomach.
"Now you've done it." I nip at her neck as I yank up her skirt. The thin sheer panties she has on are no match for me. The sound of them ripping is loud in the room.
"You're going to spank me?" She is already lifting her ass partly in the air.
"No." I slide down and sink my teeth into one cheek.
"Ahh!" She wiggles and laughs.
"Still," I order and smack her other cheek. She sucks in a breath.
Tinsley and I might not have had experience all those years ago, but that had been half the fun. I don't think there is much we haven't tried together, and my once-upon-a-time Tinkerbell still loves putting her acting skills to the test. There has been a lot of role-play.
"What are you going to do with me?" She peeks over her shoulder at me.
"Whatever the hell I want." Her eyes light up, giving me the warmth I can only get from her. "And you'll let me."
"I will," she agrees, "because I'm yours." I flip her over to her back. Tinsley runs a finger down my jaw. "And you're mine."
"Always."
My one and only Valentine.