Series: Werewolves of Wall Street Series by Renee Rose
Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73722 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73722 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
“Asked?” She snorts. “You didn’t ask. You told.”
“And you disobeyed,” I toss back with a smirk. I’m so relieved to have the familiar volley of point and counterpoint between us that I feel all warm and generous.
Madi
I turn to face my boss. “How are you going to punish me?” I rest my palms on his abs like I did the day I spilled the water on him, exploring the glorious planes. My voice has a sex-kitten purr I’m not sure I’ve ever used before. I don’t think of myself as a sex kitten, but Brick makes me feel like one. No, he makes me feel like more than a kitten–a goddess.
“How will I punish you?” He arches one brow. “With my tongue and my cock.” He takes one of my wrists and wraps it behind my back, using it to pull me up against his firm body. With the other hand he cups my face and kisses my breath away.
He does it so thoroughly and so well that I nearly forget my own name.
“Th-that seems generous.”
He kisses me again, walking me backward until my legs hit the bed. “You may not think so after I fuck you so hard you can’t walk straight.”
My belly flutters. Yes. Yes, please. I want all of his punishments. Every. Last. One.
Boldly, I reach for his cock. “Maybe we should take care of those blue balls.” His member thickens, pressing into my palm through the fabric of his pants.
Brick’s eyes seem to glow. “I didn’t say you could touch.” His voice is a low, gruff rumble that rolls through me.
I immediately remove my hand, but he presses it back. “You can touch.”
He pulls my dress off over my head as I trace the outline of his cock through his trousers. He slides one finger under the strap of my bra and flicks it down my shoulder. “These breasts.”
“What about them?”
He flicks the other strap down, just as casually, then yanks the two cups down simultaneously. “They taunt me every. Damn. Day.”
My breasts start heaving for him, like we’re in a Regency romance novel, and I’m about to swoon from being spoken to so boldly.
He cups them both, stroking my nipples with his thumbs. “They’re perfection,” he murmurs. “I knew they would be, and you didn’t disappoint. But you never do, do you, Windows?”
“Um..” It’s hard to put thoughts together when we’re this close. When he’s undressing me, and I know what’s coming. “I’m just that good, I guess.”
His lips tick up. I absolutely adore when he smiles because it happens so rarely. He works the clasp of my bra off in the back and lets it fall to the floor. I’m not wearing shoes because my boots were still soaked from the snow, so I’m left in nothing but my panties.
“Bend over, little girl. I’m going to spank that sweet ass of yours.”
I nearly go dizzy with lust. But I have more pride than that. “I-I don’t answer to little girl,” I remind him.
His eyes glitter with dark intent. “You do now.” He puts his hands on my hips and slowly rotates me to face the bed. Pushing my torso over it, he hooks his thumbs in the waist of my thong and tugs it down and off my legs. On his way back up, he kisses up one inner thigh, then uses his thumbs to open my thighs and lick into my core.
I let out a warbled moan-sigh. He smacks my ass as he licks, and I cry out. The mixture of pain and pleasure is a delicious combination I wouldn’t have ever tried had it not been for him. Like the first time someone introduced me to ranch dressing with fries. Or sea salt and chocolate.
He continues to bathe me with his tongue as he spanks me, adding his thumb on my clit to the mix to drive me absolutely wild. In no time, I am writhing, my hips twisting, legs trembling. I’m desperate for more than his tongue between my legs.
“Please. Brick,” I beg.
“What do you need, sweet girl?”
Sweet girl? I’m stunned by his affection tonight.
I’m also dying here.
“I-I need you.”
“Now you know how I feel every time you wear those cock-tease dresses.”
“I’m sorry.” I forget to hold my ground. I’m too desperate for him to deliver me the orgasm my body is chasing.
He slaps my ass one more time and stands. “You want me to alleviate that ache I created, little girl?”
There he goes with the little girl thing again. But I’m helpless to even protest. “Yes.”
I hear the rip of a condom wrapper. “I’m using protection,” he tells me, as if to reassure me. I appreciate the courtesy.
He drags the head of his sheathed cock through my juices, and I moan at the sensation. The velvety hardness I crave there. I arch my back, pushing my hips back to meet his.