Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 168587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 843(@200wpm)___ 674(@250wpm)___ 562(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 168587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 843(@200wpm)___ 674(@250wpm)___ 562(@300wpm)
I quickly unscrew the lid and lean over to get my face closer to the mirror, making sure not to knock the things stuck to my nipples on the counter. I try to concentrate on my lashes, but his fingers pinch my clit, and I jump, dropping it. “Oh God.” I moan at the pain it inflicted. Feels so good.
Dropping my head, I place my forearms on the countertop and stick my ass out farther to him. “Pl-please.” My hands are fisted, and I’m gasping for breath.
“This feel good?” He pulls on my throbbing clit. Letting go of it, his fingers run back over my soaked pussy before pushing two inside me.
“Yes.” I sigh, but he just holds them in place, making me growl with impatience. I start to rock my hips back and forth, fucking them myself.
His chuckle can be heard over my heavy breathing, and once again, I’m not even embarrassed. He places his free hand across my lower back, and I feel pressure against my ass. It doesn’t even stop me. As his thumb slips into my ass, he enters a third into my cunt.
I bite my lip and drop my head to the countertop. My heart racing.
“Painful?” he asks, pulling them out of my pussy and entering them again.
I shake my head, sucking in a deep breath. “No … don’t stop. Please.”
I feel it building. I’m so close. My nipples are swollen and tingling, my clit pulsing, and my pussy is soaked. Goose bumps cover my skin, and I close my eyes as I feel that sensation start to build.
He does exactly what I tell him not to do. “Sit up.” He removes his fingers, and I slump, doing as I’m told. He stands behind me, his hands on either hip, holding me in place. “Take the knob and twist it.”
My wide eyes meet his in the mirror. “Tyson…”
“Now, Lake.” He lets go long enough to slap my ass, and my hips jerk.
Taking a deep breath, I grab the cylinder with a shaky hand, while the other grips the end and twists it once, making me whimper. “Again,” he orders. “I want two full turns on each breast. Understand?”
I nod, and he allows my silent response. Biting my tongue, I do it once more and my head hangs as a whimper escapes my lips. His hand slides between my parted legs once more and he goes back to massaging my clit. The other comes up and wraps around my hair, fisting it tightly. He pulls my head up and tilts it to the side at an angle so he can lower his lips to my exposed neck. “Other one,” he whispers, his eyes on mine in the mirror.
Trembling, I grab the other and twist it once, feeling a sting in my nipple. Then I quickly do another and then slap my hands on the countertop.
“That’s a good girl,” he murmurs, sliding two fingers into me. My nipples pulse, the sting intensifying to the point it’s painful but in the best way. With his hand still in my hair, he twists my head up and to the side, where he lowers his lips to mine, and I kiss him breathlessly.
Pulling away, he enters a third finger into my cunt. I bite my lip to keep from screaming his name. He removes them, and I slump, a growl of frustration leaving my trembling lips. This time he doesn’t bother telling me what to do. He reaches around and twists them each two more times, making me cry out. My body shakes uncontrollably as I stay bent over, legs spread wide open.
His hands grab my hair once more, and he yanks my head up. Leaning over my back, he smiles at me in the mirror. It’s not fair. He looks like he’s about to go into a meeting and close a million-dollar deal, dressed in a three-piece all-black suit. I look like I’m coming off a three-day bender with my now ratted hair, lack of makeup, and I’m naked. “You’re so beautiful when you’re a desperate slut, Mrs. Crawford.”
I whimper, closing my eyes, and he lets go of me. When I open them, I see him remove a green container from his pocket and unscrew the lid. He dips two fingers into it, and then he rubs it over my clit.
“What is that?” I ask breathlessly, feeling a cooling sensation.
“This is a little party favor,” he answers vaguely.
The timer goes off, and he grabs my hand, pulling me up off the bench. He turns me around and sits me back on the countertop. I’m sweating, my body trembling.
He stands and reaches for my left breast. Untwisting the cylinder, it pops off, and I see my swollen nipple. He takes his fingers and pulls apart a small black rubber band. He gently places it over my breast, and it pinches my now swollen nipple.