Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
I slid my fingers between her legs, pushing past her folds and playing with her clit, taking away all the pain.
Bringing my tongue to her anus, I licked her there before spreading her cheeks apart and kissing the pink inside. She gasped, pushing her ass up for more.
“But your punishment isn’t over yet,” I said as I pinched her clit gently.
A small whimper was her only response.
“I just spanked this ass. Now I’m going to fuck it.”
I kissed her ass again before ridding myself of my own clothing, not being able to resist being buried inside of her any longer. I took a half second to reach for the lubrication I knew was kept in the bottom drawer of the desk.
After all, I was a merciful man.
Her eyes stayed focused on me the entire time, but she held position and kept her ass upturned over my desk.
Waiting.
I coated my cock with the lube before running it up and down her ass crack, teasing her before finally pushing my finger into her asshole. She was tight, impossibly tight, and I realized that the last time I took her ass it was far more aggressive, primal, and no doubt painful.
She was moaning lewdly, gripping the side of the desk and spreading her legs as much as she could.
“You dirty little girl,” I growled, spanking her again. “You like that? You like knowing my cock is about to enter your ass?”
“Yes,” she moaned.
“Good. Because the more you relax, the more you accept that this is going to happen, the easier this will be.”
I grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back. She yelped and looked back at me with wild eyes, lust and desire reflecting in them.
“I’m going to fuck your ass until you scream out my name, and you’re going to love every second of it.”
She moaned loudly, pushing her backside up against me. We didn’t need any more words.
Grabbing her hips, I slid inside of her inch after inch, watching as my cock disappeared inside her. Spreading her ass apart, I started to fuck her slowly, alternating between shallow strokes and deep, hard thrusts. I wasn’t gentle. I wasn’t going to stop.
I didn’t tell her how beautiful she was, or how much I loved her, or how good she tasted.
I didn’t need to.
I fucked her hard and rough, a growl growing in my throat with every passing second. She was moaning and writhing beneath me. She pushed her ass up to meet my every thrust, as if she couldn’t get me deep enough inside of her, as if she couldn’t get enough of me. By the time I was ready to come, she was covered in sweat, panting, her fingers digging into the desk.
“Please, Locke,” she whimpered. “Please fuck my ass harder.”
Grinning, I did just that. “Tell me what you want, baby girl,” I demanded.
“Fuck my ass, Locke!” she shouted.
“Scream, baby girl.”
“Locke!” she cried out as I drove my cock all the way into her ass, digging my fingers into her hips.
“Such a good girl.”
Those words sent her over the edge, and with a loud cry she came around my cock, squeezing and milking me until I couldn’t hold out any longer.
“I’m going to come,” I growled, pushing her further. “I’m going to come inside of your tight little ass.”
“Yes, yes,” she cried out. “Do it. Fuck me. Make me yours.”
My orgasm was violent, my cock pulsing and convulsing inside of her as I filled her ass with my cum.
I pulled out, watching as my cum dripped down her ass and coated my cock.
She collapsed on the desk, her body trembling, her skin flushed.
“I think I’m going to have to take you home tonight and do that again, and again all night,” I said, pulling her up to me. “And again in the morning.”
“I think I can live with that,” she said with a coy smile.
“Good. Because if I have anything to say about it, you’ll never leave my side.”
Chapter 30
Storee
A year ago if someone would have told me that I’d be fucking Locke Hartwell again and again and again, I would have laughed hysterically and called them insane. And yet, here I was. I couldn’t believe it myself. Locke Hartwell, the man I used to deny, resist, try never to make eye contact with, was now the one I craved.
As we lay together in his bed, spent and satisfied, I tried not to think of the possibility that reality could come crashing back and we would have to face the fact that we were two different people living two different lives. As much as he claimed I was his… was that really a possibility?
Mine.
Does mine really exist?
“I’m going to get in the shower,” he said as he kissed my neck and ran his fingers in a trail down my stomach. “I’ll be right back.”