“You’rereadingto me?” she exclaimed.
I silenced her by spearing two fingers deep in her drenched hole.
She gasped. I continued.
“Pens and paper clattered to the ground as I shoved her over my desk, her back bowing. Her breasts bounced as I drilled into her again and again.”
I moved my fingers in and out of her a few times before removing them only long enough to click on the vibrator attached to the Kindle. I let it buzz into the air as I kept reading.
“I slapped her breasts before grabbing her neck and squeezing. Her muscles tensed as I cut off air, pulling a groan from me. As her face turned a light shade of red, I released, allowing my little slut to breathe. ‘Thank you,’ she said in between my pounding thrusts.”
Holy fuck.
What kind of books was Graceinto? Whatever the fuck they were, I needed to get into reading them. Since when had literature gotten so damn hot?
A flash of an image lit up my mind: the two of us lying on the couch together, her feet in my lap as I rubbed them while we both read.
My teeth dug into my lower lip to bring myself back to the now and wipe the image from my head. I crooked my fingers and pressed my thumb hard on her clit, punishing her for making me think such domestic things of her.
I moved the Kindle between her legs, replacing my thumb with the vibrator still stuck to the back of the device.
“Turn the speed up, Grace,” I commanded.
She forced her fisted hand off the sheet, clicking the button one time.
I shoved my hand deeper, teasing her ass with my ring finger. “As high as you can take, little killer. I want to see you squirm.”
She whimpered, but did as I said. She clicked it three more times, the Kindle vibrating in my hand with the speed. I pressed it firmer to her clit and continued.
“‘My little slut likes to be punished, doesn’t she?’ I growled. Her lust-filled eyes connected with mine as I fucked her so hard, the desk began scooting forward. Her head hungover the edge, her neck straining with the effort to keep it up. To help, I cupped my hand under her jaw and shoved her head back.”
My cock fuckingached, begging to be let out to have some sort of reprieve from the prison I left it locked in. I wouldn’t be able to handle this much longer. Selfishly, I had to speed things up.
I popped the vibrator off the back of her Kindle, tossing the device to the side. Pressing it firmly to her clit, I bit the smooth flesh of her thigh, pulling a cry from her.
My tongue lapped over the abused skin before moving south. I pumped my fingers deep inside her, hooking the ends to hit that blissful spot. Her hands tore at the sheets as I licked around the base of my fingers, then continued farther down.
“Henley,” she panted. “What are you?—”
With no warning, I speared her puckered hole with my tongue. She hissed in a breath, hips moving up the bed. With my hand holding the vibrator, I hooked her thigh with the crook of my elbow and tugged her back to me.
“Move again, and I’ll make it hurt,” I warned.
“Don’t tempt me with a good time,” she shot back, but it didn’t hold her typical bite.
I spit on her ass before beginning to slide my ring finger into her tight hole. “Hold the vibrator over your clit and do. Not. Move. It. Unless I tell you to.”
Eagerly, her hand replaced mine over the toy. Like the good girl she was, she listened and didn’t move it so much as an inch.
My ring finger slid farther into her ass until it was seated to the knuckle. I gave her merely a second to adjust beforecontinuing my movements, hooking it just the same as the others.
With my other hand now free, I sat up and grabbed her neck, applying a bit of pressure. She stared up at me, mouth wide and body coiling tighter and tighter with each passing moment.
“You’re such a dirty fucking slut, aren’t you?”
She nodded, breaths quickening. Her center became even more slick than before, telling me she loved being treated like this.
And I fucking loved doing it.
