Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
“I tried. I-I…” I trail off.
“Say it.”
“I need you to do it,” I say, the truth spilling right out of my mouth.
“Fuck yes you do.” He leans into the car and grabs my hips. He pulls me down to him a little more and stares at my pussy. “Rub your clit.”
I wiggle under him, wanting his cock inside me, but I do as I’m told. Maybe if I’m good he’ll give it to me.
“Pull on your nipples for me. Harder. You deserve some pain for sneaking out of bed this morning without waking me.” I can hear the hurt mixed with anger and desire in his words.
Again I do as I’m told, wanting to please him. My heart flutters at him missing me. He reaches for the belt of his pants and I rub my clit faster and moan when his cock springs free. I want it inside me. He jacks himself off with one hand and the other goes to my pussy as he pushes one thick finger inside me.
“Fuck, you’re still tight,” he grunts, and my hips rise to meet the thrust of his finger. “Or are you swollen? I fucked your virgin pussy so hard last night it swelled up.”
“Oh god.” His dirty words ignite my desire and I’m close to cumming.
“Who knew virgin cunts could be so fucking greedy, but look at yours, begging for more when it can hardly handle one finger.”
His filthy words and perfect touch are all it takes to make my pussy cum. I lock down on his finger and start to cry out his name, but he takes out the finger inside me and puts his hand over my mouth. He silences my cry with his wet finger as he keeps rubbing my clit with his other hand to get every last bit of it out of me. I feel Bennett’s warm sticky release land on my hand and pussy. He cums all over me at the same time and it’s almost too much.
He closes the door to the car we’re in and his breathing is heavy and hot on my neck. I think he’s going to yell at me about leaving this morning, but after a few moments he starts kissing me softly. He uses the hand he jerked off with to rub the cum into me. My body jerks when his fingers brush my still-sensitive clit and I feel him smile against my neck before he nips me there with his teeth.
“Are you going in there dressed like this?” he asks me.
I nod and swallow the lump that forms in my throat. It feels like a betrayal to him that I’m doing this. Why did this have to be the job Bradford gave me? He never gave me one like this before, but I asked for a bigger one and this was going to land me a gigantic pay day. I don’t know what this key unlocks, but whatever it is, it’s going to get me the money I need just for stealing it.
“I have to get a key off some guy,” I admit to him. “I need to blend in.” I’m not sure what the guy looks like. Bradford told me everyone calls him B and I’ll know him when I see him. I wanted more information on the guy, but Bradford dismissed me when he lifted his phone to make a call. What kind of guy goes to a strip club on his lunch hour?
“Okay,” he says as he leans up so he can look down at me.
“Okay?” He’s going to let me walk in there dressed like this?
It’s then I realize that deep down I’ve been wondering when he was going to show up and try and stop me. I assumed we’d get in a fight and he’d go all caveman on me. I’d be pissed but back in his bed by the end of the day and my worries pushed off until tomorrow.
“Yeah. Okay,” he says again before leaning down to kiss me softly.
It’s tender and sweet like a lover’s kiss. Then he’s helping me fix my dress and pulling my panties back into place. They stick to me because of his cum, but I don’t mind it. I like that he’s on me again, as weird as that might sound.
He opens the car door and gets out. He bends down and helps me put on the high heels that are going to be hard to walk in but I’ll figure it out; I always do. He takes my bag and shoves my other clothes inside before dropping it into the car’s back seat and shutting the door.
“I can’t leave that there,” I tell him as I go to open the door, but his hand comes down on it to stop me.
“It’s fine. I’m buying the car.”