Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 112736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
I don’t need her fucking submissive.
Nah, I like the fight in her. But I do need her to not fucking fight me as much or it’s gonna hurt.
Letting go of her hands, I start grabbing at the waist of her skintight jeans. The ones that show off her juicy ass so well they could be painted on.
“Two choices, Allie,” I say when I pull away from her lips.
Blinking at me, she says, “Huh?”
“I cut off your pants and you walk out of here in sweats or you take ‘em off with a sexy little dance,” I say, and the smirk that comes across my face is purely in reaction to her pissed off eyes.
“You wouldn’t fucking dare,” she growls in her own sexy way.
“Time’s tickin’, Cat,” I say and pull my knife from the sheath again.
“Coy,” she says.
Snap. The blade comes out and I take a step back so I can kneel to the ground.
“Fine!” she shouts at me, her eyes staring daggers at me. “You’ll be lucky if I don’t spit in your breakfast every day for years.”
Twirling the knife around in a circle, I remind her, “Time’s a wastin’, Allie.”
She murmurs something low enough that I don’t catch it, but right now she can say whatever the fuck she wants. She’s going to do what the fuck I say or I’ll find a way to make her do it.
She turns away from me and I can see her hands going to the front of her jeans. Quickly she unbuttons them.
It looks like she’s about to push ‘em down and get it over with when I cough to get her attention.
“Sexy, Allie,” I say.
“I hate you,” she says back.
“Eh, close enough to love, I guess,” I shrug.
Wiggling her hips slowly from side to side, I can see she’s not into it, but she’s giving it at least a little effort. When the top of her thong peeks out from behind the slowly lowering jeans, I can feel a small drip of cum seep out of my throbbing cock. She has no idea how fucking hard she makes me doing just the smallest of things normally, and this is bringing me to whole new fucking level.
The jeans lower slowly over those asscheeks, and dear god, they’ve filled out even more since we were in high school. Her ass was already amazing back when she was a cheerleader, and now…
She’s this fucking mythical fucking creature of pure sexual curves.
There’s a filthiness to the thoughts runnin’ through my mind. Fuck, there’s always a filthiness, but right now I’m feeling like a fucking caveman.
She’s gonna be sore tomorrow.
She bends over at her waist as she pushes the jeans down past her knees and I can’t fucking take it anymore.
Stepping quickly up behind her, I push her, causing her to stumble toward the bed. She lands right on the edge of it with her stomach.
Trying to push up from the bed, Allie asks, “What the fuck?”
Pushing her back down on the bed, I grab both of her hands and quickly hold them against her lower back. She starts trying to break free, but I use my free hand and swat her ass hard enough she yelps.
“Goddammit that hurt!” she screams at me.
“Good, then you’ll remember it the next time you try to fight me,” I say.
Still using my free hand, I reach down and grab the waistband of her black lacey panties and start to pull them down before I have an evil fucking thought.
“Allie?” I ask in what I hope is a kind voice, but I know the fucking grin I have gives away any pretense of me being kind.
“What?” she says as she tries to wiggle out from the hand that’s holding her hands behind her back.
“If you aren’t fucking soaked right now, I’m gonna let you up and take you home,” I say, and then laugh when she slams her face into the mattress. “But if you’re wet, I’m gonna make sure you understand I own you body and fucking soul.”
Lifting her face from the mattress, I can’t tell if it’s red from embarrassment or anger. Probably both.
I slide my hand down between her asscheeks to feel the crotch of her panties, and I’ll be fucking damned if I don’t feel a soaked mess down there.
Even her succulent thighs are wet.
“Well, well, well…” I groan out as I rub my fingers across her panties and push against her soaked folds.
“That could be piss!” she yells at me.
For a second, I’m tempted to let out the laughter that has my stomach clenching up so damn hard it hurts, but I don’t.
“Hmm, you’re a nasty little sex kitten, aren’t you?” I say.
“Sick fuck,” she moans out as my fingers push aside her panties and I slide my thick middle finger slowly into her tight little pussy.