Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 95147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Steph
My body feels like it’s on fire, and he has hardly done anything yet. I have been in a world of trouble since he brought me over his knee. Poor man, he has no idea. He’s all laid back and master of all, I prevail, having no clue that he’s about to get jumped by Ms. Kitty with his dick’s help. The two of them have been plotting since he removed my underwear.
Ms. Kitty is steady talking my ear off with threats and innuendos about what would happen if I screwed this up for us. She’s still convinced that he’s packing heat, as she calls it, from that one little feel she got the morning after. She’s acting like I’m not on board, like I’m not all in, but just like every other asshole man in creation, this one wants to play games.
Now he knew what he was doing with that spanking shit and the teasing with the fingers. That’s why I’m not going to warn him that Ms. Kitty and his dick are planning a coup. I was all set to let them have his ass until he dropped the bomb about rules.
‘Hush, Ms. Kitty, this sounds serious.’ And besides, all her advice so far has only gotten me a red ass. I was doing my best to stay still, but she’s the one who kept egging me on to move around to find his dick to ease her damn itch. I know she don’t give a good damn about me, not as long as she thinks there’s a chance that she might get fed. If she thinks that I’m standing in the way of that, she won’t give me a lick of peace.
“What do you mean do this, do what?”
“How old are you, Stephanie?”
‘Thirty-five.”
“Good, too old to play games. You know exactly what I’m talking about. Correct?”
Well, you don’t have to be such a stuff shirt about it. “I guess so!” Now could you please do something else with your fingers instead of making me nuts?
“I want to hear you say it. No guessing, no maybe. That way, when you fuck up after tonight, there’d be no need for you to second guess why you’re getting your ass beat. Now, are we on the same page, yes, or no?”
“Yes.” Did I sound too enthusiastic?
Maybe I was suffering from sensory overload, but it is just all more than I ever expected to happen to me tonight, or any night for that matter.
Not only did he lift me like I weighed nothing, but he spanked me, me, the girl who lost her virginity on her wedding night. The girl who only had sex every couple of months after her wedding because her dick of a husband only came to her bed when his mother deemed it necessary for procreation purposes and nothing more. And last but not least, the girl who was never supposed to land a guy like him. And now he’s talking about the future.
I guess Ms. Kitty was right. ‘Told you so. Now let’s make sure you get this shit right this time. At the very least, let me play with my new friend at least once. It’s the least you can do after that abomination of a marriage. You know I’m right. I can pick ‘em better than you can. I told you not to buy a pig in a blanket, but did you listen? No! Ten years and not one orgasm to show for it.’
She ain’t never gonna let me live that shit down. “Are you talking to your pussy again?” How the hell did he know that? I started to lie but thought better of it. It’s all fun and sexy and whatnot, but my ass stings, and he seems real quick with those hands, now, if he could just move his fingers. Ahh. Right there. Pussy was happy.
“Ow! Mother….”
“I told you not to move.” Bitch! I didn’t call him that out loud, of course, but he must’ve seen the malice in my eyes because he gripped my hands and held them in the small of my back, leaving me completely at his mercy.
“If you look at me like that again, I won’t let you cum.” He drove his fingers in me and turned them some sort of way that had him touching the front of my pussy. I didn’t even know that was possible.
He touched something in there, something that felt like an electric shock, and my whole body seized up like I was about to spring. There was a burning pleasure deep inside me that went straight to my clit, which I was still trying so hard to rub against the roughness of his jeans, anything I needed something. I needed to move.
That feeling of pressure built and built between my thighs as his fingers rubbed against my sweet spot, and I almost cried from joy, and then he was gone. Ms. Kitty, who had been doing backstrokes in all the new liquid she’d produced, stopped mid-stroke, and I knew that caught between these two like I was, I was going to be in deep shit.