Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23269 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23269 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
"Yes," I moan, threading fingers through his hair as he moves lower, lavishing attention on my breasts. He sucks one nipple hard, teeth grazing, while his hand kneads the other. Sensations build, slow and torturous. "Mack... more."
"Patience, baby." He switches sides, tongue swirling, making me arch off the bed. His hand dips between my thighs, fingers tracing my wetness without entering. "Fuck, you're soaked already. This pretty pussy missed me, huh? Clenching for my touch."
I whimper, hips bucking. "Tease."
"That's right." He slides one finger inside me, slow, curling to hit that spot that makes stars burst behind my eyelids. "Gonna finger-fuck you until you're on the edge. Then maybe I'll let you come."
He adds a second finger, pumping steadily, thumb circling my clit in lazy circles. Pleasure coils tight, my breaths coming in pants. "Oh god, Mack... that feels so good."
"Look at you, writhing like a slut for me." His voice is gravel, eyes locked on mine, dark with lust. "You love it dirty, don't you? My supermodel princess, all spread out and needy."
"Yes... fuck, yes." The words send me higher, his filthy talk like fuel on the fire. I grind against his hand, chasing the release, but he slows just as I'm teetering.
"Not yet." He withdraws, smirking at my frustrated groan. "Up. Shower. I want you slippery and soapy when I fuck you."
He hauls me out of bed, my legs shaky, and we stumble to the bathroom. The space is luxurious—marble everywhere, a massive rainfall shower. He cranks the water hot, steam filling the air as he sets me under the spray first as the water cascades over my skin.
Mack joins me, pressing me against the cool tile, his body a wall of heat. "Hands on the wall," he commands, spinning me around. I comply, palms flat, ass out as the water pours over us.
"Good girl." His hands roam, soaping me up—lathering my breasts, pinching my nipples until I moan. "Gonna clean you up just to dirty you again."
One of his hands slides down, fingers teasing my clit while the other spreads soap over my ass, dipping between my cheeks. It’s so naughty while also being so intimate. I push back, loving the possession. "Mack..."
"Shh. Feel this." He presses a soapy finger against my back entrance, not entering, just circling, while his other hand works my pussy faster. "Imagine me taking you here one day. Filling every hole."
The thought is wicked, sending a fresh wave of arousal coursing through me. "God, you're filthy."
"And you love it." He chuckles, slipping two fingers back inside my core, pumping as his thumb rubs my clit. Water slicks everything, heightening each sensation. "Come for me first, baby. Soak my hand like the greedy girl you are."
Pressure builds, his fingers relentless, dirty words in my ear: "That's it, clench around me. You're so tight, so wet. Gonna fuck you soon, stretch this pussy until you scream."
I shatter, orgasm ripping through me as my walls pulse around his fingers. "Mack! Fuck... yes!"
He doesn't let up, drawing it out until I'm trembling, knees weak. Then he spins me, lifting one leg over his hip. "Now, the main event." His cock nudges my entrance, teasing. "Beg for it, Indigo. Tell me you want this dick ruining you."
"Please... fuck me, Mack. I need it." I'm so desperate, loving the power play.
He thrusts in deep, filling me completely. We both groan, the angle perfect under the water. "Fuck, you're perfect. Gripping me like a vice." He starts moving, hard and slow, hands on my hips. "Take it all, baby. Every inch."
I claw at his shoulders, meeting his thrusts, water splashing. "Harder... talk to me."
"Dirty girl, begging for more." He pounds faster, one hand tangling in my wet hair, pulling my head back to expose my neck. He bites down lightly. "This pussy's mine now. Gonna fill you up, mark you inside."
"Yes... yours." The words push me over again, climax building as he hits deep.
"Come with me," he growls, thrusts erratic. "Milk my cock, princess."
We explode together, my cries echoing off the tiles, his groan muffled against my skin as he spills inside me.
Panting, we slump against the wall, water still raining down. He kisses me soft now, a contrast to the filth. "You okay?"
"More than." I smile, sated. But the day's just starting—show tonight, stalker still out there. For now, though, this? It’s perfect.
The showcase hall pulses with controlled chaos—lights flashing in test patterns, music thumping through the speakers, models strutting in half-finished looks while designers bark adjustments. I’m in the middle of it all, barefoot on the runway in a crimson lace teddy, running my final walk-through. My heart’s racing, but not just from nerves about tonight. Mack’s stationed at the side of the stage, arms crossed, eyes scanning every face in the crowd of crew and VIPs like he’s waiting for the other shoe to drop. After this morning’s shower—God, the way he pinned me against the tiles and talked me through every filthy inch—it’s hard to focus on anything else. But I’m Indigo Lyric. Mask on. Strut perfect.