Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 101736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Her back arched, and as she stared down at me, I saw the sexy woman she could become if only her shyness would let her.
“Lick,” I demanded.
My dirty command caused a wave of pleasure to sweep through her, and her pussy clenched. She didn’t hesitate, though. Her lips parted as she lowered her chin to her chest, and she drew in a stuttering, preparing breath. Then, her pink tongue darted out so she could swipe the tip of it over her own nipple that I’d just offered to her.
All the while, her unblinking gaze was locked on mine.
“Oh, my fucking god,” I groaned. “Good girl.”
She loved hearing the praise, and it made her rock her hips faster.
“But I’m not a good girl,” she whined in the same affected tone from before. “God, if my parents saw me right now, if they saw what we were doing . . . I’m so bad.”
I quirked an eyebrow. “Oh, you think you’re a bad girl, Sydney?”
I let go of her breasts so I could slip one hand behind her head and pull her down closer to me. Her hands landed on my chest as she ground to a halt, but that was okay. I took over. I latched my other hand on her hip and moved beneath her, thrusting upward, and matching the same tempo she’d just abandoned.
My tone came out darker and hotter than I intended. “This is what happens to bad girls.”
I let go of her hip, reared back, and brought my hand down on her ass. The loud smack of skin hitting skin punched through the air, and it seemed to knock the breath from her.
But it was all in shock and nothing else.
My spanking hadn’t been aggressive or punishing or even serious. It was sexy.
And she thought so, too, because as soon as she found some air to breathe, her eyes melted, and a moan poured out of her.
“Are you a bad girl?” I asked.
It came from her like a plea. “Yes.”
My next spanking was just like the first. Light and playful, and her groan of satisfaction followed it. I pretended she needed to be scolded, as if I were annoyed with her. “You’re so fucking sexy.”
I dug my hand into the hair at the base of her head and tugged her back, exposing the arch of her neck to my mouth. I sucked hard on the spot beneath her ear where her pulse was furiously beating, and drove up into her, strangling back the urge to lose control.
Everything was spiraling and racing toward a place I wasn’t ready to go. If I didn’t act fast, I’d come, and I’d be damned if I didn’t get her to orgasm first. Last time I’d started at a disadvantage, so I didn’t see using the vibrator then as cheating, but this time? My competitive nature wanted her pleasure to come from me and nothing else.
I wedged a hand between our bodies, right above where we were joined, and ground the pad of my thumb against her clit.
The muscles in her thighs tightened and her upper body flinched, giving me the impression the sensation was so powerful, it was acute. Maybe overwhelming. She dug her nails into my chest. “Fuck.”
“It’s okay if you want to scream when you come on my cock,” I encouraged. “I promise I won’t tell anyone. No one has to know how hard you let me fuck you in your daddy’s car.”
Her eyes widened. “Oh, god.”
The pitch of her moans shifted, growing more frantic and urgent, and her breathing sped up to match. Yes, my body chanted. My thumb stirred faster, and her desperate moans and gasps for air became so loud, I felt like I was drowning in them.
I clenched my teeth and shut my eyes for a moment, focusing on her, and tried not to think about how good she felt all wrapped around me. Ten more seconds, I promised my aching cock. Hold out for ten more seconds and she’ll get there.
She only needed five.
When Sydney let out an enormous gasp, my eyes popped open, and suddenly her body began to contract and spasm. “Oh, shit. Shit!”
The way her orgasm seized on her was impressive. Everything shook, from her shoulders to her legs, and her eyes slammed shut. Her mouth dropped open in a silent scream, and even though there was no sound, it filled my head anyway.
I tried to watch, tried to memorize the visual of it, but the rhythmic pulses of her climax set off my own, and I was no longer the driver in my body—just a passenger along for the ride.
Scorching hot pleasure flooded through me, from my fingertips to my toes, and every one of my muscles hardened to steel. I locked up, bracing myself against the onslaught of ecstasy that consumed, and ravaged, and decimated.