Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 65871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 329(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 329(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
He pulls his fingers out, then slaps my pussy. I gasp in outrage and also with a fresh rush of desire as I learn that having my pussy spanked feels a lot better than having my ass spanked. My pussy pulses and my hips squirm, and there’s a moment in which I think I might actually come right then and there.
“You are a hungry little wolf,” he says, pushing his fingers back down between my thighs. This time he doesn’t spank me. This time he presses them against the hot little button of my clitoris and rubs it in quick, rough circles. He forces more yelps and whines out of my mouth, making it impossible for me to deny how I am being affected.
“Show me,” he commands. “Show me how you can come for me.” He keeps rubbing me, pausing only to slide down to the entrance of my pussy and push himself inside me just that little bit again. I arch my hips up and back, instinctively trying to get more, wanting him in any and every way I can have him. He makes a little chastising sound and pulls his fingers free, slapping my ass in sharp, short little smacks. I don’t think he’s trying to teach me a lesson anymore. I think he’s trying to make an erotic scene with me, prove to me that I have absolutely no control whatsoever when it comes to him.
I want to come. I want to feel an orgasm running through me. I want some kind of release. I need it. I need it so badly I don’t care if it makes sense or not, whether I should let a complete stranger finger me or not, whether I should hate him for abducting me and spanking me or not.
But he’s not going to let me. The second I start to get close, his fingers move away from both my clit and my hole. He goes back to spanking me, more forcefully this time, his palm landing hard and fast once more. My feet drum against the seat as I try my best to maintain some kind of composure.
“Why are you doing this? Why are you hurting me?”
“I’m not hurting you,” he says. “I’m giving you what you need. I’m showing you what your body is capable of—a little of it, anyway. You might be a sweet little wolf, but you are waiting to become so much more.”
He pushes his fingers back into me and the pad of his thumb finds my clit. He presses firmly against that sensitive little bud and works the tips of his fingers in and out of the entrance to my pussy. He is fucking me with a swift and dominant demeanor, using me how he wants to, preserving my virginity by the finest of threads as I start to buck and writhe under his talented touch.
Then, just as I feel like my orgasm is inevitable, every muscle in my body going tight, my toes curling, my breath coming in short, sharp rasping gasps—he stops.
“Fuck you!” I curse as he rubs my hot ass instead of my pussy.
“You would like that, wouldn’t you,” he rumbles down at me. He is almost twice my age. Fucking him would be a terrible thing to do. It would be so inappropriate. My mate is someone closer to my age, I am sure. It’s not a much older man from another country.
“No!” I lie with an exclamation because I have to.
He starts spanking me again, those short, sharp slaps that pepper my ass with the tingling results. I am glad for the excuse to stop talking. I don’t want to lie. I don’t want to say anything at all. I just want to fucking come.
I can’t say that, and even if I did, I wouldn’t want to let him know. Giving him the satisfaction of my orgasm feels like a surrender, even though he’s not actually letting me do that.
“Oh, my fucking…” I curse as his fingers find my clit again. This time he doesn’t rub. This time he slaps, the tips of his fingers making contact with wicked precision.
“Stop!” I wail. “You have to stop!”
“I’m not going to stop. I’m going to punish you like you need to be punished. You are badly disciplined. You are spoiled. And you do not listen. You might want to orgasm, but I won’t let you. I will keep you right on the edge until you start behaving.”
“Never going to happen.”
He laughs, a rough sound, and he starts going between my ass and my pussy, spanking both with those harsh slaps designed to make me swell and ache. I know my pussy isn’t getting any less wet. I am absolutely soaked. Those expensive pants he’s wearing will probably be ruined with how wet I am making them.