Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74004 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74004 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Everything in me froze and pulled tight like a screw was twisting the muscles in my body. My jaw clenched around the blow that almost knocked the wind out of me. His stance softened when he noticed the hurt his words had caused.
But I didn’t want his kid gloves.
I didn’t want his pity.
I wanted to land my own blow.
I wanted to make him squirm.
I relaxed my body and licked my lips, knowing I’d already won when his eyes dropped to track the movement of my tongue. “What would you say if I told you I imagined you?” His eyes widened a fraction, and the first drop of victory spread, urging me to go further. “As I sat astride him, I closed my eyes and thought about being tied down and at your mercy.”
“Careful, Olivia,” he managed to squeeze out past his tight lips and clenched jaw.
I smiled at his warning. I’d only just begun.
Taking a step closer, I continued as if I hadn’t heard him. “That when I moaned for it harder,”—I stood right in front of him now—“it was really you hitting me with your belt.”
I gasped when his hand shot out and gripped my jaw. Not hard enough to leave a bruise, but enough to assert his power over me. “Stop,” he commanded, growling the word.
Instead, I smiled and powered through his grip. “That when I fell to my knees and sucked his cock, it was you choking me like you did that night—stealing my ability to breathe.”
His grip was like a vice by the time I’d finished. His chest rose and fell as he stared, his brown eyes almost black over his flared nostrils. The moment stretched to what felt like minutes, and I was sure he was going to shove me away after I’d pushed him too hard.
Instead, I stumbled and slammed into his chest just as his hand jerked my mouth up to his, and he took from me. He took everything. He took the air from my lungs, the moisture from my lips, the thoughts from my head. Leaving in its wake, the thumping desire, pounding like a chant through every inch of me. More. More. More.
I gripped his arms and moved my lips as much as I could with his grip still so tight. I took as much control as he allowed me to have and gave everything to him. He shifted until my back hit the counter, and he wedged a leg between mine.
Oh, God. His tongue pushed into my mouth, spreading the spicy flavor of his bourbon against my tongue until it was all I could taste. My head spun like I’d been the one drinking at dinner. My whole world falling to the rough grip he used to hold me in place, and every pounding inch between that led to his leg pressed to my throbbing core. I needed relief.
Without thought beyond easing the ache between my legs, I slid my leggings-clad pussy up and down his thick thigh, the friction lighting a spark that shot through me. Over and over again, I rode his leg, gripping his shoulders for support. Any second, I was going to come. In my parent’s kitchen, with my dad and uncle two rooms over and my mom just above us, I was going to explode.
He pulled back, and I gasped for air, almost choking on it when he bit my bottom lip before growling, “I can feel your wet cunt seeping through my pants. Are you going to leave a mark when your pussy comes all over me?”
I closed my eyes and kept moving. My cheeks flushed from a mixture of desire and tension, and embarrassment that I was so shamelessly fucking his leg like a cat in heat. He didn’t do anything—didn’t touch me beyond his grip on my jaw. Didn’t move his leg to help me or shift us so he could feel his own pleasure. Just held me still as I worked my way closer and closer to orgasm.
Just a few more strokes.
“Open your eyes.” I tipped a little closer to the edge as I took in his flushed cheeks and swollen lips. “If you can imagine me with someone else’s cock in you, then you can look me in the eye and give me your orgasm as you fuck my leg.”
My heavy breaths became soft moans, and I bit my lip to hold them back.
“Better be quiet. Wouldn’t want Mommy and Daddy to hear their little girl.” He pulled me in close and licked my lips, where my teeth were buried in the soft tissue. “Because you are just a little girl, aren’t you? Dry humping a grown man’s leg, nice enough to let you come on him.” My eyes began to slide closed again, but he clenched his hand tighter, and I jerked them open. “Come, Olivia. Now.”