Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 103878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 519(@200wpm)___ 416(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 519(@200wpm)___ 416(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
“Fuck.” He releases my wrists. “Say it again.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Again.”
“Yes, sir, please—”
He growls and hoists me up, my legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. I can feel how hard he is through his jeans, the thick ridge of his cock pressing against my core, and I grind against him without thinking.
“Greedy little thing, aren't you?” He carries me to the shower, already running and steaming. “So desperate for me. Bet you've been wet since I promised to eat this pretty cunt, haven't you?”
I whimper, burying my burning face in his neck.
“Answer me, Bianca.”
“Yes,” I admit, shame and arousal warring in my chest. “Yes, I've been wet.”
“Show me.”
He sets me down on the bathroom counter, and I stare at him, confused.
“Show me how wet you are for me. Touch yourself. Let me see.”
Oh god. Oh god.
My hands are shaking as I hook my fingers in my panties, but he stops me.
“Slow it down. I want to watch.”
I peel them down deliberately, and his eyes track every movement. When they're off, he takes them from me, brings them to his face, and inhales deeply. It’s so dirty, so wrong, and I fucking love it.
“Mmm, you smell so good.” He tosses them aside and grips my knees, spreading my legs wide. “There she is. Look how pretty and pink you are. All swollen and needy and wet.”
I'm trembling, completely exposed, and he hasn't even touched me yet.
“Touch yourself,” he orders again. “Show me how you do it when you're alone in bed, thinking about me.”
“I don't…”
His eyebrow rises. “You telling me you've never touched this sweet pussy?”
I bite my lip, and his expression turns feral.
“Touch yourself, love. Now.”
My hand trembles as I slide it between my legs, and the first touch of my fingers against my clit makes me gasp. I'm soaked, and I can see the satisfaction in his eyes.
“That's it. Circle that pretty clit for me. Slower, baby. Yeah, like that.”
I obey, my hips rolling into my own touch while he watches, his hand moving to palm himself through his jeans.
“Now inside. Want to see you fuck yourself with those tiny fingers.”
I slide one finger inside, then two, but the stretch isn't nearly enough, compared with what I know he could give me.
“You need more, don’t you?” He's reading my mind, the bastard. “Your little fingers can't fill you up the way you need. Like I could.”
“Please,” I whimper, working my fingers faster.
“Please, what?”
“Please touch me, Ashland.”
“What do you need, Bianca? Say it.”
“I need you!” The words burst out of me. “Take off your clothes and get in the damn shower—”
He stalks over to me, and I slink back against the counter, stifling a giggle, before he spins me around and bends me over. His palm slaps my arse hard. “Tellin’ me what to do, are you?” But he nuzzles my neck and chuckles. “You naughty little thing, you like when I spank you, don’t you?”
I nod and arch my back, begging for another sharp slap. I moan when he delivers.
“Take my clothes off. I want to join you,” he whispers in my ear. I turn, and in a flurry of fabric, I lift his shirt, moaning as I drag my hands along the bare expanse of his chest. He slides off his jeans, and in seconds, we’re naked.
He moves so fast, lifting me off the counter and into the shower. The hot water hits my oversensitized skin, and I cry out, but he's already pressing me against the tile, his naked body pinning me against the wall.
“You need my cock?” His hand wraps around my throat, just holding, possessive. “This needy little cunt needs to be filled, is that it?”
“Yes, god, yes—”
“Not yet.” He releases my throat and drops to his knees so fast the water splashes. “First, I'm going to eat this pussy until you're begging. Going to make you come so many times you forget how to think. Then I'll fuck you.”
He kneels, the stream of water pelting his broad back, steam rising around us, and he doesn't give me time to respond before his mouth is on me.
There's nothing gentle about it. He's devouring me like a man starved, his tongue flat and firm against my clit, licking in long strokes that make my legs shake. His hands grip my arse, holding me in place, keeping me open.
“Ashland, oh fuck, oh god—”
My hands scrabble against the tile, finding no purchase, and he releases one of my arse cheeks to grab my wrist, placing my hand on his head.
“Hold on,” he orders against my pussy. “Ride my face. Use me.”
I do. God help me, I do. I grip his head and grind against his mouth shamelessly. He groans, the vibration making me whimper, and suddenly his fingers are there, two of them pushing inside me.
“Yes—”
“So fucking tight,” he mutters, working his fingers deeper. “Going to have to stretch you out good before you can take my cock again, aren't I? This perfect little cunt needs to be trained.”