Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 65189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
His thumbs parted my outer lips, exposing my secret lips and the entrance to my aching sheath to his hungry gaze. I felt utterly vulnerable, spread open before him like this. A soft gasp escaped me as his fingertips traced along my sensitive folds.
“Oh, Alice,” he breathed, his tone filled with wonder and lust. “Your pussy is absolutely exquisite. So pink and delicate, like a perfect little flower.”
His fingers explored further, dipping into my wetness. I couldn’t hold back a moan as he circled my entrance teasingly.
“And so wet for me,” Lucas continued, his voice dropping to a growl. “Such a naughty girl, getting so aroused from your punishment.”
He leaned down, his breath hot against my inner thigh. “I can’t wait to fuck this sweet little cunt,” he murmured. “To feel these tight walls gripping my cock as I claim what’s mine.”
His thumb found my clit, circling it slowly. Pleasure sparked through me, warring with the remnants of my modesty. I squirmed beneath his touch, torn between shame and desperate need.
“Such a responsive little cunt,” Lucas pronounced approvingly. “But remember, ma chère—you may not come without my permission. And I’m not ready to grant it just yet.”
He increased the pressure on my clit, rubbing tight circles that had me gasping and arching off the bed. Just as I felt the tension coiling tighter in my core, Lucas eased off, denying me release.
“Please,” I whimpered, beyond caring how needy I sounded.
Lucas chuckled darkly. “Patience, Alice. I want to savor every moment of this.”
His fingers traced along my slick folds, spreading my wetness. “Your pussy is so smooth,” he marveled. “Like silk. I can’t wait to dress it in pretty lace and satin. Perhaps a delicate pink thong, or sheer white panties that become translucent when you’re aroused.”
The image he painted with his words only heightened my arousal and brought even more heat to my face. I moaned softly as Lucas’ thumb returned to my clit, circling it with maddening slowness.
“I’m going to buy you the finest lingerie,” he continued. “Corsets that nip in your waist and push up your sweet little breasts. Stockings and garter belts to present your cunt and your bottom properly.”
I gazed at him between my spread legs, and watched him look at me, down there. My tummy flipped at the delight in his eyes, the pleasure he so evidently took in visually possessing me. He bent his head, and I realized what he would do next.
“Oh…” I protested, mortification making my body tense, my back arch. “Oh… no… please…” No one had ever done that… had…
He kissed me, licked me. Every muscle responded, my hips bucking, trying to press my pussy… my cunt… his cunt against Lucas’ face. My orgasm had almost burst inside me at the merest touch of his tongue.
But Lucas raised his head and looked into my eyes, his blue gaze full of command that made my hot, needy sheath clench with longing for his mouth’s return.
“You taste just like you should, Alice,” Lucas said. “Innocent and naughty at the very same time.”
CHAPTER 12
Alice
“Oh, God,” I moaned. “Please…”
Lucas smiled. “Please what, ma chère? Is there something you’d like to ask your sponsor to do?”
I gazed up at Lucas, my face burning with shame and arousal. His blue eyes bored into mine, demanding an answer. I squirmed under his intense stare, acutely aware of how exposed I was—legs spread wide, my most intimate places on display.
“I… I don’t know,” I whimpered, torn between my desperate need for release and my lingering modesty.
Lucas tsked softly. “I think you do know, Alice. You just need to find the courage to ask for what you want.” His fingers traced teasing circles on my inner thighs. “Tell me what you need, ma petite salope.”
The crude term of endearment sent a jolt through me. I shouldn’t want this, shouldn’t crave his touch and his cruel words. But my body betrayed me, arching into his caress.
“Please,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “Please touch me again.”
“Touch you where?” Lucas prompted, a wicked gleam in his eyes.
I squeezed my eyes shut, unable to bear the intensity of his gaze as I forced out the words. “My… my pussy. Please touch my pussy.”
Lucas chuckled darkly. “Good girl,” he purred. “But I think we can do better than that. Tell me exactly what you want me to do to your pretty little cunt.”
My eyes flew open in shock at his crude language: I couldn’t seem to get used to his casual, arrogant use of the c-word. But before I could protest, his thumb found my clit.
I gasped as Lucas’ thumb pressed against my sensitive bundle of nerves. Pleasure sparked through me, breaking down the last of my resistance.
“Please,” I moaned, beyond caring how wanton I sounded. “Please lick me there again. Use your mouth on my… on my cunt.”