Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 106779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 534(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 534(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, and I stroked her back some more. I couldn’t say a word. Made myself shut up. I knew if I did speak, I’d tell her off, tell her how much she fucking meant to me already. And I couldn’t have her knowing that.
“I had to get away,” she said, and I peeled her dress off her shoulders. Her skin erupted in goosebumps under my fingers and it was so hot my fingers shook with the need to bruise her.
“It’s okay,” I lied. “I understand.” I didn’t. “I’m glad you’re back now, Pet.”
“Why didn’t you…” She finally looked up at me, those big blue eyes watering and making me ache for her. “Why didn’t you come find me yourself?”
“You didn’t want to see me,” I told her. “I thought someone with no ties to the situation would be better.”
“Yeah, but… her?” She laughed bitterly, and my hand moved from her back to her hair. I smoothed over her messy waves. She was really heart-stoppingly beautiful like this. So much better than when I got her all dressed up, primped and primed to perfection. This was the real her, and the rawness of it made my balls swell painfully.
“You don’t like her?” I asked her, teasing a little.
“She’s ok.” She shrugged.
“You should give her a chance,” I told her. “She’s a great girl.”
Suddenly, Pet threw her arms around my neck and straddled me. I pretended it didn’t make me want to push her panties aside on the spot, and held her waist instead.
“I hate that you think that,” she muttered against my ear, and my grip tightened. “I want you to only want me, not her.”
“I do only want you,” I said.
“You fucked her,” she whispered.
“Because you weren’t ready for me,” I said. “And neither was I.”
I’d never be fucking ready for her, either, but she didn’t need to know that.
“You need a friend, Pet,” I told her. “I think she’d make a good one. And you know I won’t touch her anymore.”
“How would I know that?” she asked, moving away and staring at me with hurt eyes. “I don’t believe that for a second.”
“No?”
I pulled her dress down in one motion and ripped her bra off. She didn’t make a sound, but her whole body shivered as I ran my hands down her front, between her tits and down to her stomach.
“You should,” I told her roughly. “She’s not you. And all I want is you.”
“Prove it,” she begged, and I groaned.
“Gladly,” I told her. “But you will give her a chance. I want you to have a friend.”
She glared at me and I grinned, my fingers tugging on her nipple. Her eyes rolled back and she arched her back, pushing her little breasts into my face.
“Say you’ll give her a chance,” I told her.
“Fine,” she gritted out, and I squeezed her nipple harder.
“Say the whole thing,” I said.
She glared at me, but not for long. I pulled her nipple towards me and her hips bucked against my lap.
“Please…” she muttered.
“Say it.”
“I’ll give her a chance,” she got out.
“Good girl.” I twisted her nipple between my fingers and she twitched on my lap. It probably hurt. Good. “Tell me what you want me to do to you now.”
“Anything.” This time, she was quick to answer. “Anything you want, please…”
“Tell me what you want,” I repeated. “Right now.”
Her glazed-over eyes focused on mine and she tore at my hair, leaning closer and giggling in my ear.
“I want you to make me cry,” she whispered. “I want you to make my makeup run and show me what happens when I misbehave.”
“How?” I groaned.
Her nails dug into my back and she moaned in my ear. Her whole body was begging to be fucked, writhing on my lap.
“I want you to fuck my ass,” she whispered, so softly I could barely hear her.
It made me really fucking hard.
I practically growled as I pulled her up. My hands went into her hair and she breathed with relief when I dragged her to the bedroom by that pretty blonde mane.
I let her go and she crumpled to the floor in front of the bed. On her knees in a second, hands behind her back in the next. Eyes on me, mouth slightly open.
“Like this?” she asked me.
“No,” I growled. “On your back. On the bed. Right the fuck now.”
“Why?” she asked, and I gave her a single look that made her scramble to her feet and lie down like a good girl. I tore at the rest of her clothes, her panties ruined in seconds. She lay back shaking and I stared at her for so long she started to sob.
“Please,” she begged. “Don’t just look at me, I can’t take it. Do it… do something!”
I took off my clothes as slowly as I could. Blazer, tie, shirt, pants. My boxers last. My cock sprang free and she writhed at the sight of it.