Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 133975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 670(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 670(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
Once more, he slid his hand down her soft belly to her fiery curls and then deeper, needing the evidence that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. He flicked her clit, tapped and spanked it gently, listening to her gasp. Fresh honey slicked his finger. The best result was the moaning of his name. Satisfaction spread like a wildfire. She was so perfect for him, and he knew with every fiber of his being that he was perfect for her.
“Babe, I need you,” she whispered. “Let’s go home.”
“We’re not going home.” He handed her a bottle of water, indicating she take a drink. He downed half a bottle of water as well. “Need to fuck you, woman, and I want to fuck you my way. Not sweet and gentle, but hard, so you feel me lodged in your throat. Right here, not home.”
She didn’t look surprised, but she did look around. He felt the difference in her right away. A slight withdrawing from him. Uncertainty. She wanted to give him everything he wanted, but she was too uncomfortable. Even if he overcame her protest, she wouldn’t have the time he wanted to give her.
Abruptly, he stood, taking her with him. He tossed her easily over his shoulder and carried her around the corner of the Torpedo Ink clubhouse on the ocean side. She let out a little yelp, but when he smacked her butt, she started to laugh. There was a narrow strip of flowers the girls had planted, and then more high grass leading to the cliff. He stopped right at the edge of the corner because his cock made it too painful for him to walk even a step farther. He lowered her to the ground.
“Turn around. Hands on the building.”
“You’re such a caveman,” she declared, complying at once.
He loved her heart-shaped ass. Loved everything about it, and when they were outdoors and that moon was shining down, he couldn’t resist her. He put one hand to the nape of her neck so she was nearly bent in half, bringing that sweet ass jutting out at him. All around them, they could hear the murmur of voices, bursts of laughter, the beat of the music, and an occasional grunt or cry as someone got off.
That just added to the forbidden, taking her when he wanted. Where he wanted. He protected her, but he was the kind of man to make his own rules. He always had. He shoved her legs wider apart with one foot as he rubbed her bottom. Those cheeks. He had such plans for her. Each time he looked at her body, new ideas took shape.
He rubbed the head of his cock against her entrance. “Do you remember when I spanked you as a punishment?” He slid his palm over her left cheek, massaging the soft, firm skin.
“Yes.”
“You didn’t think I could make you like it, did you?” He kept rubbing. Every few moments, he would dip his fingers into her entrance. She was getting hotter. More cream. More welcome. The longer he made her wait, the more she wanted him.
“No,” she admitted.
“Let’s see if you’re right, baby,” he whispered the temptation. “I think you’re going to love what I do to you. Just because you doubted me, I may make you beg me for more before I get you off.”
He slammed his hand against her left cheek and followed up with smacking her right one. He peppered her ass with hard slaps, but all the while, he finger-fucked her, thumbing her clit and flicking it so her body was confused with the opposing sensations pouring over her.
“Keys,” she whimpered his name, pressing back into him.
“You’re going to have to ask for more, baby. I don’t like when you doubt me. You want my cock, you convince me you love the burn spreading across all those nerve endings.”
She made another sound, that same whimper that whispered his name. Then she capitulated. “I want more.”
“Is that a way to ask me when I’m taking care of you?”
“Please, Keys.” Her whisper raced down his spine like the roar of a volcano.
He smacked her ass until his handprints ran together. All the while he used his fingers to get her close, and then he backed off.
The moment he stopped, brushed his hand over the red marks, he took her hard because he couldn’t wait. He slammed into her, jolting both of them. White lightning streaked through him straight to his cock and balls, strike after strike. He felt a storm rising that couldn’t be contained. There was something so sexy in watching his big cock disappear into her little body. He got off on it and the submissive pose she was in. That only added to the ultimate pleasure.
He caught her hair and yanked her head so she arched her spine, her hips driving back toward him. Over and over. Harder and harder. He loved that she could take his roughness. The fire spread while he heard the roar of thunder. He could have sworn flames raced up his legs and burned over his balls.