Chapter 1
Jake
She had silicone breasts and a lower lip that drooped from the weight of her collagen injections, but I wasn’t focused on either of those things. When she walked inside my home, all I cared about was that bubble butt. It swayed up and down as her heels clicked on the marble floor.
“This place is crazy.” She turned around to take it all in, the chandelier, marble staircase, and of course, the centerpiece of the foyer: a three-foot-high floral display. She bent down to smell the flowers.
“They’re fake,” I said.
“Oh.”
I came up behind her, wrapped my arms around her stomach, and bit her behind the ear. She turned around, jerked herself away, and started walking up the stairs. I kept my eyes on her hips as they swung back and forth. She looked back when she got to the top of the landing, winked at me, then yelped when I spanked her and dug my fingers in deep.
“You’re gonna get it,” I said. My cock ached with desire.
She sucked in air sharply through her teeth. “You promise?”
My instincts took over. I snatched her up, pulled her into my arms, and carried her into my room. The second she hit the bed, I straddled her and ripped her shirt off. She was vulnerable and sensitive, and she stared up at me with anticipation. I dug my teeth into her neck, behind her ear, and over her chest. I could feel shivers running down her stomach, so I met them with my lips while I reached around and unstrapped her bra.
I threw it to the floor, then pressed her nipples between my lips, first one, then the other. She was a slave to my whims. I could make her do anything I wanted, and there was nothing she could do about it.
I could make her shudder and cry out. I could make her tremble. All I had to do was reach down and circle my fingers around her opening while I began unbuttoning her tight, white shorts. I slipped them down her legs, threw them aside, then tore off her panties.
She clenched her legs together. She was already grasping at air, trying to pull me in. The light caught a drop of moisture flowing down her lips. I flicked her clit, and she jolted.
“You like that?” I pressed her sensitive bud between my fingers, gripped it tightly, and took in her expression. This wasn’t just about getting my rocks off. It was about getting into her head. I needed to see her lose control. She had to want it. It wouldn’t feel right if she was just going through the motions.
I slid down her body, placed my head firmly between her legs, and swept my tongue over her opening. She moaned at the feeling. I rested my tongue at the top of her clit, flitting it back and forth over the tip. She watched me with her lower lip quivering and her eyes ready to roll into the back of her head.
I drove my finger into her, and she sighed. “You like that?” I asked, twisting my finger inside her.
“Uh-huh.”
“Are you gonna take this cock?” I stood up and unbuttoned my pants.
“Uh-huh.”
“Tell me you want it.” I unzipped my pants.
“I want it,” she said.
“Yeah? How badly do you want it?” I reached forward and shoved my finger inside her.