BANG by Blake Joanna

Author:Blake, Joanna [Blake, Joanna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-09-20T07:00:00+00:00

Nevada

His fingers curled and twisted, exploring every inch of my pussy. But lightly. Barely touching me. I whimpered a bit, straining for his touch.

He’d been toying with me for an hour now. I thought he was going to try and fuck me but he hadn’t. He hadn’t even taken his pants off.

“Clay… please…”

“You want me Nev? You want me for real?”

I nodded. I was scared but I trusted him not to hurt me too bad the first time. After that though, I knew all bets were off.

I didn’t have high expectations for a legitimate romance with Clayton Westfield. A fling maybe. But a relationship? It wasn’t going to happen.

At the moment however, I couldn’t bring myself to care.

He looked serious as he stared down at me. Very slowly he lowered his mouth to my chest and started working my nipples into his mouth. Sucking hard and flicking the hard point of his tongue against them. Back and forth he went, driving me absolutely crazy with desire.

I groaned, trying to rock my pussy against his hand. But he didn’t increase the pressure or even grind into me like he had before. Finally he lifted his head and stared down at me.

“I’m going to stop touching you now. So you know how I feel. So you can lie awake tonight and feel like your bed is on fire from wanting me. And the next time I touch you, you’re going to beg me.”

He leaned in, his breath fanning my neck.

“You’re going to beg me not to stop.”

“Please Clay… don’t…”

He smiled at me then.

“I want you to be sure Nev. I want you to want me as bad as I want you.”

He lifted his hand away and stared down at me.

“I know exactly how this feels Nev. It’s how I feel all the time. Fucking empty.”

He leaned down and kissed my forehead.

“You can sleep here if you want. I’m going to the pool house.”

I inhaled sharply as he pulled his shirt on. He opened a drawer and pulled out a fresh bottle of bourbon. He must have sobered up by now.

For a moment, I wondered what made him so tortured that he drank like that all the time. And then I felt my body crying out for his touch. I curled into a ball, shivers tearing through me.

He’d left me.

He’d aroused me beyond belief and then he’d left me.

Now I was in his bed, naked.

OH MY GOD.

I sat up and looked around for my clothes. I found my shorts and my top and bra. I slipped them on, tearing the bed apart but finding nothing. Frantically making sure I hadn’t left behind proof for the maids to find.

After all, I knew every fucking one of them. They all reported to my mother. That would be perfect.

‘Miss Jones, we found your daughters panties in Clay Westfield’s bed.’

Not that they’d know they were mine. But still, there would be gossip about Clay banging girls in the house. And if my mother saw the undies, she would know instantly they were mine.

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