Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 134531 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 673(@200wpm)___ 538(@250wpm)___ 448(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134531 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 673(@200wpm)___ 538(@250wpm)___ 448(@300wpm)
“Lift your hips for me, baby,” Swiss said softly.
I instantly obeyed, even though my limbs felt like lead.
He rolled my jeans off me, discarding them on the floor before hovering above me, staring at me in my underwear.
The panties weren’t bad. I’d changed into a nice pair when I’d made the decision to come here. Not because I’d expected anyone to see them, but because I always made sure to wear nice underwear.
Nice was relative considering what I used to wear cost hundreds of dollars.
These were cheap red lace panties from Target. But I’d never worn red panties. Was never allowed.
So the act of wearing them was rebellion.
And I was very glad I chose this particular pair for this particular night, despite feeling self-conscious. I resisted the urge to cover the sliver of my belly that he’d exposed when taking off my jeans.
Swiss’s hands trailed over the faint stretch marks on my stomach, light and barely there. They traveled downward to the small scar where they pulled my daughter out.
He was exploring the history on my skin with a gentleness that I hadn’t thought him capable of, certainly not after the warning he gave when we came in here.
His finger slipped under the lace panty, and I lost my breath. But it didn’t go downward. Instead, his head lowered, and he kissed me gently, there, through the fabric.
I writhed on the bed, pleasure shooting from the core of me to my fingertips, which were clutching his comforter.
Swiss looked up, wicked hunger in his eyes, his fingers pushed my panties to the side, and my eyes squeezed shut in pleasure as they entered me.
“Open your eyes, and look at me,” he commanded, voice a velvet blade.
My eyes opened without hesitation.
He was still watching me.
His fingers moved lazily but expertly inside me, as if he were trained in how to erotically torture women. My pussy pulsated as he made a ‘come hither’ gesture, black spots dancing in my vision as my climax approached.
As if he sensed it, Swiss stopped, fingers exiting me with that same torturous slowness that they entered.
Eyes never leaving mine, he put his two fingers into his mouth, sucking off every trace of me.
I was unable to look away. Unable to breathe.
Swiss grasped the bottom of my tank, peeling it off with that devastating slowness that was killing me.
Once it was off, he hovered over me, his body pressed into mine, mouth inches away.
We still hadn’t kissed yet.
He’d tasted me, but his lips had not met mine.
I stared into the captivating abyss of his eyes, hoping for him to cross the few inches left between us.
But he didn’t give me what I wanted. Instead, he pulled me to stand on unsteady legs, turning me quickly and roughly so I was bent over the bed, bent almost halfway, my feet still on the floor. My hands landed on the mattress on instinct, my heart roaring.
His fingers trailed down my spine, sending shivers with them.
When he unclasped my bra, I was already shaking. My knees couldn’t hold me much longer.
It got even harder to hold my own weight as Swiss maneuvered me out of my bra, me having to lift one of my hands at a time to stay in position. His fully clothed body pressed into my back and the telltale hardness against my ass took my breath away.
Neither of us had spoken. There was only our breathing, mine rapid and Swiss’s measured and calm.
The air felt thicker. Charged. My hairs were standing on end. My pussy was still pulsating with the memory of his fingers being inside.
Once my bra was off, my hands found the mattress again, and Swiss stood back up, his fingertips finding my spine again, ghosting all the way down.
His palms rubbed my ass, first the cheek, then going under so he could cup my pussy.
I fisted the comforter tighter.
His fingers found my center then trailed back, teasing that intimate, forbidden part of me.
“I’m going to take that ass,” he murmured, his voice strangled with desire.
My body froze. I’d never done that. And I wasn’t frozen with fear, but with excitement.
“Not tonight,” he said, hands moving up and out to the sides of my panties. “I need to own this cunt first.”
I sucked in a fractured breath as my shaking legs stepped out of my panties.
“Don’t move a muscle,” Swiss ordered.
My body obeyed, even as I worried about my ability to stay in that position much longer. If he ordered it, I’d stay until my limbs gave out.
I was staring at the wall, not at him. But I heard a drawer opening, rifling sounds. Then the low thump of his boots against the carpet. He was still fully clothed, and I was bent over his bed. Completely naked. In one of the most vulnerable positions you could be in, even if you were with someone you were used to. Someone who wasn’t a complete stranger.