Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 77171 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77171 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
She turns toward the bedroom, and I give her ass a hard slap. She loses her footing for a moment but steadies herself and looks over her shoulder at me.
She’s flushed, with heavy-lidded eyes, and for a moment I think she’s going to say something. To say we’ve crossed another line.
She doesn’t.
Hell, it was just a slap on the ass. She has no idea of the lines I’ve crossed. The lines I want to cross with her.
We get to the bedroom, and she turns, facing me.
“Take off your dress.”
She begins to kick off her high heels, but I raise a hand to stop her.
“Leave the shoes on. Just the dress.”
She obeys me, and soon the dress is in a red puddle at her feet.
She stands, naked, her brownish pink nipples erect, her bare pussy glistening with her wetness.
My dick is still hard, still jutting outward. I kick my own shoes off, sit down and remove my socks, and then rise again, sliding my underwear and pants over my hips and down my legs. I step out of them.
I unbutton my shirt slowly, part the two sides, let it fall over my shoulders.
Her mouth drops.
“See something you like?” I say, my voice low.
She doesn’t respond.
“You can talk if you’re going to tell me how fucking ripped I am.”
“You’re magnificent,” she says on a breath.
“So are you. You’ve got the tightest, wettest little pussy I’ve ever fucked.”
“Then fuck me, Samson. Fuck me.”
I turn her around. “Get on your hands and knees.”
She obeys quickly, jiggling her gorgeous ass.
“Don’t tease me, beauty, or you’re going to find my cock in a place you may not be ready for yet.”
She gasps and looks over her shoulder. For the first time, I see apprehension in her eyes.
Good.
An anal virgin. Not for much longer…
But not tonight.
I pull her to me and stuff my cock into her cunt.
Fuck…
So deep, so tight.
I thrust, thrust, thrust…
And each time, she takes more and more of me. As much as I loved her mouth on me, her tongue swiping over me, the feel of the back of her throat… This is where I need to be. Inside her tightness. Taking her.
I smack her ass again, again…
It blooms a vibrant pink under my touch.
Again, again…
And once more so hard she gasps.
“Are you going to continue disobeying me?” I grit out. “Are you going to continue looking into this?”
No response. Just rapid breaths and moans as I fuck her.
I bring my palm down on her ass cheek one more time—this time so hard I feel the sting—and the pink turns to red. And still I fuck her, fuck her, fuck her…
And I wonder…
Had she truly become a weakness? Because in this moment, as I’m embedded deep inside her, releasing, I realize something that should scare the hell out of me.
I would burn down my family’s whole fucking empire for this woman.
30
DELANEY
No man has ever spanked me before. No man has ever called me a bitch—at least no man I ever let touch me. Before today, I’d have punched anyone who dared to.
But Samson Vexley won’t let me punch him. I know this already. Though I don’t think he would strike me back, he might do something worse.
I want to loathe him. I want to tell him how much I hate him.
But I can’t.
It would be a lie.
He says I couldn’t have stopped him. Maybe he’s right. That should frighten me.
But the truth is? I didn’t want to stop him.
I chose this.
I chose him.
And as I feel every release of his cock pulsing inside me, I know in my heart and soul I would choose him again.
Again and again.
In a flash I’m on my back. He’s kissing me, and I’m tasting his intoxicating blend of spice and mint and something uniquely him.
I kiss him back.
How is this possible? How have I become addicted to this drug that is Samson Vexley?
We kiss and we kiss and we kiss, his body heavy against mine. I slide my fingers over his broad shoulders, his corded arms.
Not only is he the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen, he’s also the best in bed. No one has ever made me feel this way. I’m sure my sexual experience isn’t anywhere close to what his is, but I’ve had my share for sure. Nothing… Nothing comes close to this.
I don’t even care that he slapped my ass. That he called me that name that I hate. Because he also called me beauty. He told me I was beautiful.
And though this was a hard fuck, in some ways a violent fuck, something inside me feels like it was also more than that.
He finally breaks the kiss, inhaling deeply. He rolls over so that he’s lying on his back.
I’m tempted to roll close to him, snuggle into his shoulder. Let him hold me.
But now my clear head is prevailing. And I’m aware of the truth of what this was.