Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 106404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 532(@200wpm)___ 426(@250wpm)___ 355(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 532(@200wpm)___ 426(@250wpm)___ 355(@300wpm)
“Antionette, just relax” My voice calming.
She moans as I rub her rosette hole. “It’s only… oh God.”
My thumb penetrates her, and I drip more lube going in and out of her tight, hot hole. “That’s it. Come for me, my love.” She does. Her ass grabs my thumb and pulses all over it. Lifting her up on all fours, I thrust into her warm, slick cunt and fuck her hard from behind. She screams in ecstasy. I pull out and as she collapses on her elbows, head down, I grab her ass with both hands and slowly ease my way in.
“Jesus Christ you’re tight.” The tip slides in and her ass grabs on and holds my cock as if her hot hole knows what’s coming.
“Relax. Let me make you see stars. This ass is mine.” She growls but stays still, and I go a little deeper, reaching around to rub her swollen clit. Slowly, I work my way inside her without losing my mind.
She chants about my cock and I close my eyes and let myself feel her, be with her as we go a little deeper. In and out, I slowly thrust, the oil rubbing into her skin, relaxing her. Either that or it’s all the orgasms. Her body lets go, and I’m able to penetrate through that ridge straight into fucking nirvana. Not moving, I give her a chance to adjust to me.
Untouched.
“Untouched and all mine.” I move slowly, letting her body direct me as I thrust in and out.
I’ve never fucked slow, never savored a person’s smell, taste, but I do with her.
“Fuck, Antoinette. So tight and hot,” I hiss. She moans and I feel everything she’s feeling.
“I’m close. So close,” I grunt, trying to make it last. Leaning in, I snake my hand down to her wet pussy. My fingers rub her clit until she screams and contracts, pulsing so hard her ass grabs ahold of my cock. I skydive straight into ecstasy, motherfucking heaven, as I jerk and fill her ass up with my cum.
“Fuck.” I pull out carefully, scoop her up, and take us into the shower.
ANTOINETTE
“Mitchell Axel Fontaine, if you try to touch me again…” I try to push him back. “Why?” I groan.
“Get up.” He slaps my ass and I almost scream. It’s got to be 6:00 a.m., maybe earlier.
“I told you we’re running this morning.” He turns on the light and I groan in protest.
“You need running shoes to do that. All I have are dance shoes,” I mumble and roll over, sinking my head and nose into his pillow. This is kind of my fault. I never should have teased him about being an old man.
Why, why do I do these things?
If I stay still, he’ll go to work like he always does. I can already hear his various phones vibrating.
“Cookie.” His voice is like music, prompting me to turn and look at him. He stands before me in black sweats, no shirt, and a box wrapped in happy birthday paper. I blink at him and sit up pushing the hair out of my eyes.
“How did you know?” I gasp. All of a sudden, I think back to the past few weeks. Did I tell him when my birthday was?
Like the mind reader he is, he answers for me. “No, you did not.” He sets the box on the bed.
Pulling the sheet up, I try to decide my next move. He either snooped or had someone else snoop for him.
Holy shit. He looked me up.
“Did you spy on me?” I swallow.
He reaches for a cigarette and lights up. “Yep.”
I eye him, wondering how much he knows. If he knew everything, he would have asked me, right? My past is rather gruesome, although my dad embezzling money seems kind of tame compared to Axel, so maybe not. I sigh and prop some pillows behind my back, watching him.
“How much do you know?”
“All of it.” He takes a drag and squints at me. Now, a normal girl would be outraged that her boyfriend—or whatever he is—did this. But since I’m far from normal and Axel is Axel, I’m surprised I got away with it as long as I did.
Sighing, I throw the sheet off. I’m not quite sure how to handle this. He knows about my ghosts.
I walk by to use the bathroom. Maybe I should act outraged that he invaded my privacy. That he knows my father was a monster and ruined my life.
Whatever, at least now I can stop pretending. Not that I was pretending. He’s right: I suck at lying.
It’s my birthday and he got me a present. I almost burst into tears.
“God, stop,” I mumble and start to brush my teeth.
“Antoinette, get your ass out here and open up your birthday surprises. After that, you need to get your birthday spankings, although that might have to wait until after the run,” he yells. “And don’t forget sunscreen.”