Fortune by Annabel Joseph (ebook reader for comics TXT) 📕

“That’s right. You’re doing wonderful,” he said, caressing the back of her neck. He was barely halfway in. Still, she could tell she was giving him pleasure by the noises he made and the way his hands tightened on her skin. She slid her tongue over his shaft, caressing him with her lips. “Now touch me,” he said with a gasp. Words seemed to desert him then. He reached down and brought one of her hands to the lower half of his shaft. She squeezed the base of his cock, caressing what she couldn’t handle with her mouth. On pure instinct, she put her other hand on his balls, toyed with and teased them. He groaned. “God, you’re a natural.” He gave her breathless instructions. Harder…softer…faster…deeper… She felt his balls tighten, felt his body grow tense. He put a hand on her shoulder and drew out of her and with a low groan, he climaxed, shooting hot cum on her chest and breasts. She sat still, appalled and yet fascinated. His hand tightened.

“Stay,” he said. “Don’t move an inch.” He let out a sigh and looked down at her. She felt marked, used. She had made him come and he’d come on her. Now he seemed in no hurry to let her wipe it away. He reached out instead and ran a rough fingertip over each of her very hard nipples. The sensation was overwhelming, a hot pang of lust shooting right down to her pussy He brought her to boiling with nothing more than carefully placed touches. She needed to be fucked, right away.

“I guess I should have warned you.”

“Warned me?” Her brain was mush. Fuck me now, please. But oh no, you just came.

“Warned you,” he said, chuckling. “Warned you that I was going to finish all over your chest. Ever had a guy come on your tits before?”

“Um, no.”

He got up and produced a box of tissues from a side table, wiping away the semen with firm strokes. “What about your face? Ever get a facial?”

“What?”

“I’ll take that as a no.” He gazed down at her with an amused smile, tossing the tissues to the side and taking her face in his hands. “That was very good. Excellent, actually. A lot better than I expected. You enjoyed that more than you thought, didn’t you?” He stroked behind her ear then brushed some errant tendrils of hair back from her face. He leaned to kiss her, holding her head, thrusting his tongue into her mouth so that she felt her whole body respond. When he drew away she was disappointed that he’d let her go.

“Little Ekaterina,” he whispered against her cheek, “does mama wait up for you at home? Can you sleep here tonight?”

“I can’t… I mean… I can stay a little while longer but—”

“But the idea of sleeping over terrifies you.”

“She’ll worry.”

“And the idea of sleeping over terrifies you.”

“Yes,” she sighed. “A little.”

“A lot. You’re a little liar. That’s one habit you’ll have to break. Well, come on.” He pulled her to her feet and back to his bedroom. It was as spare and practically furnished as the rest of the house, although the bed he nudged her toward looked quite comfortable. He pointed at the expanse of fluffy white comforter and multicolored pillows. “Lie down on your back and spread your legs. Pull up your knees.”

She sat on the edge of the bed, about to protest until his look compelled her to lie back. “Spread your legs,” he repeated, a little more sternly.

“Why?”

He gave her another look. “Because I told you to. Lie back and open your legs right now, Kat. Don’t make me say it again.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I’m going to suck on your clit and lick your pussy and you’re going to let me do it.” He came to her and pushed her knees apart but she fought him, the submission she felt moments before ebbing away.

“No, I don’t want that. I really don’t. I just don’t like it.”

He frowned dangerously. “Sometime I’m going to figure out what’s going on with that, but not now. I want to taste you and I have no desire to pry your legs apart while you deny me.”

“Ryan—”

“Sir.”

“Sir, just—okay, here’s the thing—” He climbed onto the bed next to her, pressing her back against the sheets. “Please, I just don’t—” His fingers crept up her thigh, parted her. God, she couldn’t believe how wet she was. He looked at her.

“You want it.”

“No.”

“Don’t tell me no, when all I want is to give you pleasure,” he said sharply. “Your body is mine.”

“Is it?” she challenged.

“Isn’t it? Aren’t you my submissive tonight? Isn’t that what we talked about?”

“Well, yes—”

“Then open your legs the way I asked.”

“Please—”

“What?” he snapped. “Explain—and make it good. You’ve already earned yourself a spanking with your behavior. So tell me why, Kat? Why can’t I?”

“It’s too intimate,” she said, pleading with her gaze for him to understand. “Please, it’s too intimate for me.”

“Whether it’s too intimate for you or not, it’s not going to hurt and it’s what I want, so I’m afraid you’ll need to submit to this whether you want to or not. And I’ll expect you to come for me,” he added, noticing her steeling herself.

Whatever. No way was she going to come. He pushed her back and parted her knees with his shoulders. If she really fought him, she knew he would let her up. She wanted him to fuck her, not this. She didn’t want this…this intimacy…this attention. She gritted her teeth as he lowered his mouth to her wet slit, teasing it with featherlight touches. No. You won’t like it. Don’t like it.

“God, you’re beautiful down here, Kat. Your clit is swollen and wet. That excites me.”

She shook her head and swallowed a moan as he licked and sucked at her button, nibbled it a little. She reached down, clutching his shoulders. “Please.”

“Is this new to you?” he murmured against her slick