Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 55365 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55365 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Then I let out a puff of laughter. Just one puff, but it actually comes out of me.
I pull her to her feet and bend her over that dining room table so fast she gasps. My cock is hard when I pin her wrists behind her back and hold them with one hand. With the other, I yank my belt out of the loops.
She lets out a small warbling sound.
I’m pretty sure it’s excitement.
I don’t hold back. Last night I held back and she told me she could’ve taken more. This time I pull up the hem of her shirt to bare her ass and let my belt swing.
She squeals and lifts one foot from the floor.
I whip her again.
This time she’s ready. She holds perfectly still. I let her have it, striping her ass with rapid, heavy strokes that make her dance and gasp. Welts rise across her pale cheeks. I keep going. Her whole ass turns a rosy red.
When it looks painful enough, I stop.
“More.” Her voice is small, almost like she doesn’t want to say it.
I hesitate. I don’t really want to give her more. If I keep going, the pretty blush will turn into something purple and angry-looking and then it will stop being sexy and my conscience will have a hard time with what I’ve done.
I drop the belt and smack her with my palm, instead.
I swear she gives a blissful sigh and her upper body relaxes on the table. She pushes her ass out more.
Spanking her with my hand is pleasurable. I like the feel of her soft flesh under my palm, the warmth and give of it. The slight sting I receive in return. More than that, though, I enjoy the whole act. Dominating her.
It’s what I do naturally—who I am. I am my father’s son, no doubt about that. I’m the guy in charge. Always. With women I keep it dialed way back, but they see it anyway. It makes them run for cover. But not this one. My aggression makes her hum. Turns her on.
She widens her legs and gives me the full view of her gleaming pussy, dewy and plump.
My cock tents my trousers, hard and thick. I’m dying to pound into her, especially when she’s showing me that pretty pussy and I can see her readiness.
I stop spanking and pull her up, then force her to the carpet on her knees.
She orients herself to my crotch and reaches for the button on my pants.
“Good girl,” I praise. Because she really is. A very good bad girl. “But that wasn’t what I had in mind.” I drop to my knees, too and pull my t-shirt off her body, leaving her gloriously naked. She’s so beautiful, I could stare at her body for hours. It’s not perfect. One breast is larger than the other. Her belly has a little paunch to it despite how toned the rest of her is. And I love all of it. Everything that makes her unique and imperfect and real.
“Turn around, doll.”
She gets it. She quickly reorients herself away from me, on her hands and knees.
I grip her waist. “Drop those tits down to the floor.” I’m not usually this disrespectful with women. She brings it out in me, I guess. She showed me her freak flag and I’m showing my stronzo.
A match made in hell, for sure.
I free my raging erection and roll on a condom. Somehow I have control enough to take a mental picture of what’s in front of me. Her submissive pose and spanked red ass do something to me. Turn me inside out. Upside down. Make me feel like a king.
This woman is… I don’t know, a unicorn. Some mythical creature no one believes exists.
Except there are men who know she exists, men who came before me and I’m just fucking positive they didn’t appreciate what she is. If they had, they never would’ve let her go.
And that pisses me off.
I give my head a shake.
Cristo.
When is the last time I’ve thought this much about any woman?
Never.
This beautiful trainwreck is wrecking me.
I slap her ass a few more times before I bring the head of my cock to her entrance and rub. She opens for me and I slide right in. The angle is perfect. I’m balls deep looking down the slope of her slender back to her face pressed into my carpet. Her eyes are closed, lips parted. She’s already in ecstasy.
Unicorn.
I fuck her slowly at first, savoring every sweet stroke of my cock inside her, the way her internal muscles contract and release like she’s teasing me. Like she remembered I like it.
“That’s it, bella. You squeeze that tight pussy around my cock. Make me feel like a real man.” She squeezes harder. I groan. Loud. “Good girl. That’s so good.”