Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 71911 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71911 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
I looked up at the tattoo under his left shoulder, and memories of the first time I’d seen it came back.
Dean turned around and caught me looking at him. “Time’s up,” he said and took three long strides to me. His hands were on my shirt dress that I hadn’t taken off completely yet.
“No, wait,” I begged. “I like this dress.”
He paused and then shoved it back so it slid down my arms. Then, he pushed it down over my hips, and I stepped out of it.
“How much do you like those panties?” he asked me.
He’d already stolen one pair and ripped another pair.
“My panties are already dwindling because of you. Constantly replacing them is not in my budget,” I told him, grinning.
His hands went to the sides of my panties, and he ripped them, then pulled them off me. I looked down at them, then back at him.
“I’ll buy you all the fucking panties you want,” he said.
Then, he grabbed me and pulled me against him, and his mouth covered mine. I went up on my tiptoes and leaned into him as his hands began to unfasten my bra. When it was loose, he stepped back and pulled it from me.
Then, he pointed to the shower. “Get in and face the wall.”
I did as he’d ordered and pressed my front against the marble, expecting it to be cool but surprised that it was warm already. My palms lay flat against the wall, and I turned my head to the side, watching as Dean came up behind me.
His hand ran over my bottom. “I spanked you too hard,” he said gently. “My handprint is still there.”
“I’m not complaining,” I said, liking the idea of his mark on me.
“My handprint on your ass, my cum inside you,” he said, moving until his erection was against my back. “It makes my territorial tendencies with you worse.”
“Good,” I breathed.
I wanted him to mark me. I loved him.
He reached down and took my leg, then placed my foot on the built-in bench beside us. I looked over my shoulder at him as he slowly pumped his cock while looking at me, open for him. I wanted to beg him to fuck me, but I waited, transfixed by how his hand looked, rubbing over his thickness.
“Ask me for it,” he said.
I lifted my eyes to his. He had been watching me watch him.
“Please,” I begged.
He shook his head. “Please what?”
“Please give it to me,” I said, not sure exactly what it was he wanted me to say.
“Give you what?”
“Your cock,” I replied.
“Good girl,” he praised, then ran his hand down my back before cupping my bottom. “I jerked off twice this afternoon, smelling you on my fingers,” he said, moving behind me until the tip of him brushed against me. “Are you sore? I’ve fucked you so much that you’ve got to be sore.”
I shivered. “I am, but I like it.”
He pressed inside of me but just the tip. Nothing more. “You like being sore from my dick?” he asked me in my ear.
I nodded and panted, wanting him to do more.
“Do you think of me when you’re walking around with a sore pussy? Do you think about how much cum I’ve filled you with?”
I nodded again, but this time, a moan followed.
“I want to fuck you so hard that I break it. Do you want me to break it?”
I didn’t know what breaking it meant, but I nodded anyway.
“God!” he hissed between his teeth as he slammed into me. “I love this pussy!” he groaned.
His hand slipped around me, and he pressed it against my stomach, then slid it down to rub against my clit. Our wet bodies slapped together each time he entered me. I cried out from the pleasure of him filling me and touching me at the same time. It was too much. I was drowning in the sensation. Climbing to something I wasn’t sure I would survive.
“Feel good, baby?” he asked as he pinched my clit, then rubbed it between the pads of his thumb and pointer finger.
I moaned his name. I slapped at the wet marble under my palms. My breasts swayed with each thrust, and I wasn’t sure my legs were going to hold me when I met the explosion that was building inside of me.
“My pussy. Mine,” he said as he began to quicken his pace.
He shouted as the first shot of warmth filled me, and I came with him in that moment. My head fell back against his shoulder, and I jerked against his chest while my hand covered the one he was using to please me with. His arms held me up as every muscle in my body seemed to give out on me. I shivered again and whimpered as one last wave washed over me.