Total pages in book: 174
Estimated words: 159159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 796(@200wpm)___ 637(@250wpm)___ 531(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 159159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 796(@200wpm)___ 637(@250wpm)___ 531(@300wpm)
When she was naked, he beckoned her to him again. Soleil came close and he lifted his boot. She immediately crouched down and removed it for him. He held up the other one, and she did the same. Then he stood. He pulled his shirt off and tossed it on the bench. When she got his jeans off, he sank back down and then patted his lap. “Lie over me, facedown.”
For the first time she looked a little nervous, and he fucking loved that look, he loved that she still did what he said. He rubbed her beautiful, firm cheeks. “I love your ass.” He kept rubbing. “Do you remember the other morning when you started in on the money thing again and I had to shut you up by shoving my cock down your throat?”
“Yes.”
He was very pleased that she sounded excited. “You thought you were going to get away with it because a couple of the brothers were over for breakfast, didn’t you?”
There was the briefest of hesitations. He knew she didn’t like the fact that they never used her money. If she wanted anything, they used his. He liked it that way. He didn’t want her ever to think that he was using her for her money, like everyone else in her life had done. Their marriage had never been about that. He gave her a little experimental swat. “Answer me, Soleil.”
“Yes.”
Now she was squirming. He kept rubbing more heat into her rosy cheeks. He had his jeans right next to his hand. He pulled out the little items he’d prepared. “I told you to crawl under the table and suck me off, didn’t I, baby? I think you liked that just a little too much and maybe you didn’t learn your lesson. In fact, I think you bring up money now, just so you can have my cock down your throat.”
She didn’t respond. He stopped all movement. “Princess? Is that true? Do you do that?”
She squirmed. “Yes.” The admission was low. “I love waking you up in the morning, but sometimes that’s just not enough for me, especially if you wake me up first.”
“You really are a bad girl, aren’t you? Especially bringing it up when someone’s around. You like showing off, letting them see how good you are at taking care of me. Blowing me is supposed to be about me, not you showing off your skills.” He smacked her hard.
She jumped and turned her head to glare at him. “It’s always about you. I can’t have your cock in my mouth without only thinking about making you feel good.”
He rubbed his handprint, spreading the heat, hearing the truth in her voice, and then pushed his hand against her slick entrance, collecting the liquid. He painted it between her cheeks, over and over, and then began to push into the little star there. She gasped and wiggled but he was relentless, burying his finger to the knuckle and then deeper.
“I decided a very hard spanking might be in order, but you like them too much, don’t you? You like anything I do to you.”
“Yes.” She hissed it as he pushed his finger in and out of her as if he were fucking her.
“I know you do. You like it hot, don’t you? You’re going to love this. You’re going to be so hot for me you’ll want to do anything at all. This one’s new for you, princess, but I know you’re going to love it.”
“What did you do?” There was suspicion in her voice, but excitement too.
He held the glass penis in front of her. “It’s nicely coated in chilled ginger. When I spank your little ass and you clench, you’re going to burn so good, honey. I’m going to paint your little clit with this juice, and you’re going to be so fuckin’ horny you’ll be begging for my cock.”
He began to slowly insert the glass plug between her cheeks. She gasped and squirmed more. Just the sight of it disappearing all the way to the flared end sent his cock into overdrive. He wanted to fuck her with that erotic image in front of him.
“Tell me what that feels like,” he instructed, going back to rubbing her cheeks.
“Warm. It’s getting warmer.” There was a little hitch in her voice.
“Good.” Without warning his hand came down on her left cheek hard.
She yelped and clenched her ass, just as he knew she would. She gasped and blew out, forcing her body to relax.
“I got the juice nice and cold, baby. You aren’t ready for the real thing, but do you like your surprise?” He didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, he went to work, smacking her cheeks, leaving his handprints, loving the way her soft skin went red for him.
He looked up and across from them: several of the partyers were watching, drinking from bottles and enjoying watching her body undulate and squirm, trying to get rid of the plug. He knew he’d chosen the perfect position, with the moonlight spotlighting her curves and skin. He fantasized that they could see his handprints on her ass. The plug he’d inserted. He knew they couldn’t fail to hear her moaning pleas.