Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45194 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45194 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Her pale features are flush red. She has her lower lip trapped under her teeth, but nervously, not in an overtly seductive way. It seduces me anyway. Her trepidation is like a fucking drug.
"Thank you," she whispers, probably to fill the silence as much as to respond.
Letting her chin go, I step back to undress. I had already shed my jacket and shoes when we began, but now I deliberately open one button after another on my dress shirt.
She follows my motions while pulling the sheets up to cover herself, like a cornered animal looking for a way out, hoping the predator will make a mistake.
I don't make mistakes.
"Don't hide from me. I paid good money for this. Lose the sheet."
She drops it like it's burned her.
My shirt lands in a heap on the chair, and I unbuckle my belt. The click of the buckle seems impossibly loud in the quiet. I let my pants drop and step out of them. The bulge in my boxer briefs is unmissable, and her eyes widen when she sees. If she has realized where it's going, I'm not surprised if she has second thoughts. Not like they matter. Not tonight.
I point at the floor between my feet. "Come here. Take it out."
She scrambles off the bed and kneels in front of me before hooking her fingers on the elastic. After a deep swallow, she pulls.
Her surprised gasp when my cock pops out delights me. She pulls my briefs all the way down, but she never takes her eyes off it.
"Take it in your hand. Kiss it." My orders are curt and quiet, but they brook no argument. She's paid for and ours.
Mine.
She obeys, her slender fingers hot like fire around me. As she puts gentle kisses on the tip, she strokes me like she has no idea what she's doing. I know she was a virgin, but she has to have at least given a fucking hand job before, right? You wouldn't think so by the way she's acting.
My jacket is just within reach, so I pull it over and rummage through the pockets until I find the little tube. I can be cruel, but I'm not going in dry. For my own comfort, if nothing else. I hand it to her.
"Here. The slicker you make me, the less it will hurt."
If there was any doubt about what we were about to do, it's gone now. She accepts the tube with shaking hands and flips the lid open. First, a small squirt onto her fingers, then she rubs them together, getting a sense of it before squeezing a bigger dollop out into her palm.
When she presses the cool lube against the head of my cock and squeezes her way down the length of it to spread it out, I nearly fucking lose it. It feels so goddamn good, and her look of concerned concentration is too much.
I have to stop her. "That's good. More than enough. Get on the bed, your knees on the edge, and your face down."
She nods and draws a deep breath, steeling herself. As she turns away from me, I catch sight of a tattoo on her ankle. It's small and delicate, an image of an ornate birdcage with several birds inside.
Again, like a fly buzzing next to my ear, the flicker of a buried memory interrupts my thoughts, but I swipe it away, wanting to lose myself in this moment. Little Sparrow gives me that amazing view of her defined shoulder blades, of her shapely waist, and of the sexiest fucking ass I've had the pleasure of seeing with my own eyes.
The ass I'm about to violate.
Maybe it's the circumstances. Maybe it's just that her shape is exactly my type, but I haven't looked forward to anything as much as I'm looking forward to this.
"Good girl," I hiss as she moves into position. "Push your ass back and spread your legs more."
And there, ladies and gentlemen, is a perfect example of a position designed to please. I give myself a couple of strokes, just to make sure I'm properly slick all over, then get behind her.
I squeeze another dollop of lube, aiming it right above her asshole. Her breath hitches at the sudden first drip. With my thumb, I guide the slick liquid down, spreading it around the rim before pressing inside. She gasps and clenches around it. So fucking tight. In a few moments, she's going to have something much bigger to clench around.
I work the lube into her skin until my thumb glides easily inside and out of her. She'd better be ready. And if she's not, well, she's the one who chose to sell herself to us.
With one hand on her hip, guiding her ass even closer to me, I use the other to aim myself. She jumps when my cock bumps against her, drawing a sharp breath.