Total pages in book: 767
Estimated words: 732023 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 3660(@200wpm)___ 2928(@250wpm)___ 2440(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 732023 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 3660(@200wpm)___ 2928(@250wpm)___ 2440(@300wpm)
“Come for me,” he urged, increasing the pressure on my clit as his forefinger found my g-spot. At the same time, he gently tugged on the plug. All my pleasure centers lit up at once, and I screamed as my orgasm claimed me. I felt my body clamping down on his finger and on the plug, and the sensations of my inner walls undulating around them heightened my release. I couldn’t push him out, could only submit to being penetrated and played with as he wrung the final drops of bliss from my shuddering system.
I gasped against the sheets, breathing hard. He finally pulled his hand away, but he didn’t remove the plug.
“Stay just like that,” he ordered, his voice thick with his own desire. “Don’t move.”
Before I could turn my head to see what he had planned, a small pop reached my ears and fresh sensation assailed me. A light sting bloomed on my bottom, and my inner muscles tightened and danced around the plug. I looked back at him as I cried out at the shock of pleasure.
I groaned at the sight of Andrés towering over me, dressed in his suit, a crop in his big hand. It was like something out of one of my dirtiest dreams. I’d never before envisioned a man like him—dark and unquestionably dangerous—but desire flooded my entire being as he smirked down at me.
He touched the tongue of the crop beneath my chin, letting me feel the buttery soft leather as he lifted my face. “I like when you look at me like this,” he said, his accented voice lilting with his own pleasure. “My kinky virgin.”
He slid the crop up to my lips, and the rich, slightly salty scent of leather intoxicated me. Without thinking, I kissed it, the same way I’d worship his cock.
A low growl left his chest, the sound rumbling through me to heat my core.
“You please me, Samantha. Very much.”
I hummed in response and licked at the length of the crop, words escaping me. My rational mind had utterly receded, leaving my base instincts to rule me.
“You like the crop?” he asked, the question light with arrogant amusement. “You’re not scared of it? You’re not scared of me?”
“No,” I moaned, lifting my ass in wanton invitation. “Please.”
“All right, greedy gatita,” he chuckled. “Don’t move.”
He tapped my bottom with the crop. My flesh jiggled slightly, making my asshole contract around the plug. More sparks of pleasure crackled inside me, heating my empty pussy. I let out a long sigh, and my head dropped forward as I submitted fully, waiting for more.
He struck me again on the opposite cheek, a little harder. The sting of the leather hitting my flesh made my skin heat with pleasant warmth. When I didn’t protest or move away, he increased the intensity of the next blow, then then next. I groaned as my entire body relaxed. Everything tingled, and I started to float. It felt like he’d suspended me, but no ropes held me aloft. The harder the crop landed, the higher I flew. The world was beautiful and dark and warm, and all that existed were the sensations being inflicted upon my body and the man who was inflicting them.
“Andrés,” I moaned his name, needing… more.
The hits stopped, and his heat washed over me. “I could fuck you right now, couldn’t I, kinky virgin?” he asked, his silky voice threading through my mind. “Your tight little pussy would welcome my cock.”
“Andrés, please…” I wasn’t sure what I was begging for. Just… more. More pleasure; more connection; more of his power washing over me, taking me high and setting me free.
“You shouldn’t say my name like that, sirenita. You really shouldn’t.” He sounded breathless, hoarse.
He bit out a curse. “Open your mouth.”
My lips parted, and my eyes fluttered open just in time to watch his cock surge between them. I whimpered around him as he slid all the way to the back of my throat, but I accepted all of him. His fingers tightened in my hair, and he held himself deep for a few seconds before easing almost all the way out.
“I’m going to fuck your mouth,” he told me roughly, surging forward again. “The way I want to fuck your little pussy. But not today. Not when you’re like this.”
I didn’t understand what he meant, and I was too high to care, anyway. I didn’t have to think when he was in control. I didn’t have to worry.
He held my face and worked his cock in and out of my mouth as I sucked and swirled my tongue around him, lost in a sensual haze. All I wanted was to connect with him, to bring him the same bliss he’d given me.
He kept one hand in my hair and picked up the crop from the bed beside me. He tapped it against the plug in my ass, sending vibrations rumbling through my core. I came apart, my scream of release muffled around his thick cock. He followed me, throwing his head back on a rough shout as his cum coated my mouth. I swallowed it all down, just as he’d trained me to do.