Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 81589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
The scent of her greets me, and I stare up at her with a smirk when she finally gets what’s going on and scoots to the edge of the desk, spreading her legs wide enough to wrap her calves around my shoulders.
I squeeze her inner thighs in my hands, pressing my thumbs along the pressure point there. “Greedy stellina. You’re in trouble, so don’t sit up there feeling too smug.”
If she reacts to my words, I don’t see it; my focus is already on her pussy. I lick my lips and strip her panties down her legs, leaving them on the floor. She glistens for me, soaked already. I want her to make a fucking puddle on my desk, or my face, or both.
I shove her legs wider, as far as she can go, and I shuffle forward on my knees to press my lips to her wet core. God, she tastes good, sweet, salty, and musky all at once. I spear her with my tongue and enjoy the choked sound she emits from above.
My dick is a fucking rock in my slacks, but I can’t focus on anything but the velvet skin against my lips.
Slowly, savoring every stroke, I run my tongue up to her clit and nip at the swollen bud. She jerks against my face, and I chuckle. The little princess needs someone’s face she can ride regularly, to get used to all the ways a man can feast on her.
I shove the thought away even as it forms. I want to be that man, pulling her across my face in the morning before she’s even fully awake just to feel her break, her thighs quivering against my cheeks.
“Harder.” Her voice reaches me in my reverie.
I sit back on my calves and stare up at her, incredulous. “Did you just demand I lick you harder?”
Her face is flushed, a dainty pink hue stains her cheeks, her neck, and all the way down to her belly button. “Please.”
Fucking hell, if she begs, I might come in my pants.
She does, and I don’t, not yet. “Please, lick me harder.”
I don’t bother hiding my smile. “You are so fucking beautiful when you beg for what you want.”
Her eyes drop to mine, surprise and pleasure etched in every line. “You’re beautiful when you make me beg.”
Fucking hell. I grip her legs tighter in my hands and lean forward to devour her. From opening to clit, I flick my tongue until she wriggles in her bonds above me. And when I feel her hips try to catch my rhythm, I shift focus and lick her clit in sharp little dips. It takes seconds for her breathing to shallow out, and her thighs to shake in my hands. A fresh wash of liquid greets my tongue as she comes, and I lap it up, savoring every drop.
When she stops shaking, her head hangs in front of her chest, her fingers are dug into the shirt behind her back. And she looks goddamn delectable.
I could pull my cock out now and shove it so hard inside her she’d come again. But somewhere in the back of my mind is a warning. Screaming at me to go slow, not to push too hard or too fast. I stand before I can overthink things and grab her panties off the ground.
She stares at me wide-eyed. “No.”
I round on her, not bothering to hide my anger. “No? You don’t get to say no to me. This isn’t a yes, no relationship. I give you an order, and you follow it. If you do it nicely, I’ll make sure you’re rewarded. If you make me work for it, you’ll be punished.”
“Is that what you just did by making me come so hard I’m still shaking? Punish me?”
I react before thinking, taking her neck in my hand, not squeezing, just owning, her panties forgotten on the desk now. “Watch your mouth before I make you regret your lip.”
She holds my gaze with her own. I know she’s goading me. I can feel it. All she wants is for me to flip her over the desk, shove into her, and fuck her until we’re both screaming. I can’t do it, though. Not like this. Not when it’s her choice and not mine.
I lean in further, pressing my erection between her legs. She sucks in a gasp, but I keep my face clear, calm, collected. As if she’s not affecting me at all. As if I’m not dying to sink balls deep into her warmth.
“You can’t manipulate me, princess. I own you. Every freckle, every wrinkle, every sexy little sigh belongs to me. Say it.”
“What?”
“Say you belong to me.”
Her eyes narrow. “I’ll never say that. Do what you want. Rape me. I won’t say it.”
I arch my hips into her, and she gasps, dropping her head back, exposing her neck.