Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
I nod. He pulls his thumb out of my mouth. “I should spank you more for that stunt with your door, but maybe I’ll just show you what someone else might do if they’d found it open.”
If he’s trying to scare me, it’s not working. He goes for the button of his jeans then pulls them down past his hips enough to free his cock. My eyes widen as I watch him stroke himself. His cock is a bit intimidating now that I see it up close. My sex clenches, and I wonder if it would hurt to have him inside of me. Would it be the same kind of pain as my spanking? Would it give me the same sweet ache of pleasure I didn’t know existed?
A bead of cum leaks from the head. I start to reach for him, but he stops me. “No,” he snaps. “Bad girls don’t get to play.” He digs his hand into my hair, pulling me forward. “Open wide.” He guides me to the head of his cock. I part my lips, taking him into my mouth. “Fuck,” he groans as I take as much of him as I can.
I do the same as I did with his thumb, sucking while hollowing out my cheeks as he guides my head up and down. His hips make shallow thrusts upwards. The ache between my thighs is becoming unbearable. “I bet you can take more.”
I moan my response around his cock. He thrusts deeper into me. His cock hits the back of my throat. “That’s my girl. Swallow me down. Show me how sorry you really are.”
I swear if he keeps talking dirty to me like this, I’m going to come without him even touching me.
Warmth explodes into the back of my throat. I swallow over and over again as my name pours from Crane’s lips like a prayer. Slowly he pulls my head back, his cock slipping free of my mouth. I lick my lips, still tasting him. He releases my hair to pull me up into his lap, his mouth claiming mine in a deep kiss.
His hands grip my ass, pulling me closer as my thighs spread over his. “Crane,” I moan when his bare cock grinds against me.
“I want to feel you come.” He slides me up and down his hard cock, rubbing my clit against him. “Sweater off,” he orders. I pull it over my head without hesitation. “Bra,” he growls out. I reach behind me and unclip it, letting it fall away until I’m in nothing but my skirt that’s bunched up around my waist.
He has full control. His hand grips me tightly to move my body as he wants. I brace my hands behind me on his thighs, thrusting my chest out. His mouth comes down to lock on to one of my nipples. If anyone walked in right now, they’d think we were having sex.
I want to lift higher and let him slip inside me, but I can’t. There is no way I can move anywhere until he lets me. There is something about that thought that throws me over the edge. The orgasm explodes out of me. It goes on and on as he keeps moving me up and down, his cock rubbing my clit just where I need it.
“Liza,” he groans against my breast. I drop my head to watch him come again. His release spills between us, dripping down my sex, marking me with his cum.
He wraps his arms around me, pulling me into his chest and burying his face in my neck. The only sound in the room is our heavy breathing.
“Crane?” I whisper.
“It was too much.” I’m not sure it’s a question. Does he think he was too rough with me? I loved every second of it, and I want him to know that. I don’t want to go days again without his touch.
“This is only going to make me be naughtier.”
His hold on me tightens. “Leave the door open again, and I won’t let you come.”
I gasp. That would be pure torture.
“I’ll be a good girl and lock the door,” I promise, knowing I can come up with other ways to be a bad girl.
His naughty girl.
17
CRANE
Liza’s mother smiles at me. “I know you had a busy night, Crane.”
Liza spews coffee onto Eve’s desk.
“Hey!” Eve throws her hands up. “What the hell, Liza?”
“Sorry! I’m sorry.” She tries to wipe some of it off a few of the papers.
Mayor Grable gives her daughter a weird look. “I was just saying Crane’s house looks nice with the lights on it. He must’ve worked on it last night, because I passed by, and it was sparkling brightly.”
“Oh.” Liza swallows hard and keeps trying to clean Eve’s papers. “Yeah.”
I can’t help my smirk. Liza is so fucking cute when she’s embarrassed.