Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 89878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
She stirs, her eyes fluttering open. “Jackson?” My cock swells at her soft, groggy voice.
I reach down, brushing my thumb along her lower lip. “Let’s go, Peach.” I don’t wait for my words to register and move away with steady steps and head to my bedroom. She walks in moments later, eyeing me as I stand by the end of my bed, unbuttoning my cufflinks. The fact that she’s only in a T-shirt both angers and arouses me. “Shut the door. Lock it.”
She hesitates, and I wonder if she’s changed her mind. Her eyes roam down my chest and stomach, stopping at the tightness in my slacks. “Didn’t get enough from the blonde?”
She’s angry. Jealous. And it only makes me harder. “What’s it gonna be, Peach?”
She sucks in her bottom lip. Her nipples poke through her shirt, and I have to tell my cock to settle down. Another beat passes before she turns, shuts the door, and locks it. My forbidden fruit is wounded, frowning as she meets my gaze.
“Come here.”
She steps closer. “Take off your shirt,” I order. She grips the hem in her small hands and pulls it over her head. I can’t help but admire her beautiful tits. They’re flawless.
I tell myself to be gentle with her. But the mixture of need and bourbon has me reaching out and capturing her neck. I spin her around, pressing her against my chest. “You know what this means, right?”
“That you’re finally going to fuck me?”
My cock twitches against her ass. I thrust my fingers into her hair, gripping with a force that causes her to wince. But I know she loves it. And she’s going to love being punished by my hands. My cock. If she’s lucky, I’ll use my tongue in every hole and fuck her until she’s crying my name. Just the thought of her coming in my mouth has my grip tightening further.
“It means I own every piece of this body. These tits…” I reach for one, squeezing the plump flesh in my hand. My cock jolts in anticipation as her nipple hardens between my fingertips. As much as I could fondle her perfect tits all day, I release her and work my hand down her taut belly and past her perfectly shaved pussy, sliding my fingers through her slickness. She’s absolutely drenched. “This cunt is mine to do whatever the fuck I want with.” I slip a thick finger past her lips, pushing deep inside her, soaking the rim of my knuckle in her heat. “I get to shove my finger, my cock, any fucking fat toy into this beautiful cunt whenever I please.” Her thighs tremble, and I get off on her strangled breath. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” She nods as I work my finger in and out. Knowing one finger isn’t enough for her, I add another, hooking them in a “come hither” motion. “Are you hungry, my needy little slut?”
She pushes her ass back, needing more. Always so fucking hungry. “What do you want, hungry girl?”
“Your cock,” she moans, her voice raspy.
No hesitation. Fuck, I’m hard as steel. I bet she’s been thinking about how good her tight pussy would feel wrapped around me. The image of her on her knees in my shower, devouring my cock, gagging on it. I was too big for her small mouth, but she managed, sucking me off until my balls tightened to the point of pain. No sight has been more beautiful. Hell, I may have to get off on her mouth before I take her wet cunt. Then maybe I’ll take her ass.
I own her.
Not my son.
Me.
“And what are you going to do to earn my cock, sweet girl?” I thrust in and out, adding a third finger, stretching her. She’s so tight. The way she’s going to hug my cock drives me mad.
“Anything, please. I’ll do anything.”
God, I love the way she begs. She’ll do anything I want. Bend to my will. As much as I want to suffocate her with my cock, I want to taste her more. She’s going to think she’s earned it, though, which means I’ll have to punish her later. She’s not getting away with the bullshit she tried to pull tonight. If she thinks she can make me jealous using my own damn son, she’s dead wrong—or exactly right since all I’ve seen is red.
She started this game. She better be ready to finish it.
I pull my fingers from her, and she lets out a frustrated groan at the loss. A low chuckle rumbles from my chest. “Please. I told you. I need you. Do anything to me. I can take it.”
Her desperation turns me on like no other. My perfect little slut. Stepping back, I undress and fist my cock, rubbing my pre-cum over the tip. I pump once, twice, needing slight relief. “On the bed, Peach,” I order, admiring her glistening pussy. It’s perfect. Mine to destroy. “Face in the mattress. Ass up.” Like an obedient pet, she does as she’s told. I can’t help but stroke myself, loving the dip in her back as she poses, the way her silky hair splays over my pillow, her large breasts pressing against the sheets, offering an eyeful as they protrude on each side. And her ass… the milky skin about to hold marks from my hand. Tonight, she’s going to learn what happens when you provoke a man like me.