by Lili Valente
“Yes, Sir.” My words end in a gasp as his next blow lands between my legs, slapping me where I’m so copiously wet.
I’m so turned on—arousal slipping down my thighs, leaving a trail of fuck me now, fuck me hard, fuck me deep in its wake—that there was a time when I would have been ashamed of myself.
But that time seems far away as Garrett nudges his knuckles against my dripping sex, humming beneath his breath. “Look how wet you are, Kitten. Look how badly you need relief.”
I whimper softly. “Yes, Sir. Please, Sir.”
“Please what, Dakota?” The sound of his zipper dragging down is enough to make me shake, and my voice turns husky as I beg—
“Please take me, Sir. Make me yours. Please.”
“You’re already mine.” He captures my nipples in his warm hands and twists them tight, making me moan and the tremors shaking my thighs grow even more intense. “You’re pussy is mine, your tits are mine, and your pretty blue eyes are mine. So the next time I tell you to close them, Dakota, what are you going to do?”
“Close them, Sir.” My breath comes faster, faster, pleasure and pain burning through my nipples as my pussy pulses between my legs, weeping fresh slickness down my thigh because I am still empty.
Still alone.
Still incomplete and adrift and lost until He decides I’ll be found.
“That’s correct.” He slaps the side of my breast, setting it to rocking on my chest. The sweet, unexpected sting makes my knees buckle, but he wraps an arm around my waist, holding me up. “You will stand. You will stay standing, or you will wait longer for what you need. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Sir.” I bite down hard on my bottom lip, willing strength into my shaking legs.
“Yes, what?” He knees my thighs roughly apart, making my clit swell.
“Yes, I understand, Sir.” I arch my spine, presenting my cunt to him like an animal begging to be mounted, so wild for him my breath is coming in swift, shallow pants and my head is spinning.
“That’s good.” He caresses the burning swells of my backside. “You look beautiful like this, Kitten, bent over and trembling with my handprints on your ass.”
“Thank you, Sir.” I gasp, knees going soft again as his fingers push inside me from behind, granting me a far-too-brief moment of friction and fullness before he pulls away.
“You’re welcome, beautiful.” He urges me to stand, turning me to face him. “But you’re also mistaken.”
“About what, Sir?”
“You think this is almost over.” He kisses me softly as he cups my breasts, rolling my nipples oh-so-gently now, the gentleness it’s own breed of torture after being pinched so tight.
“But I haven’t even gotten started, Kitten,” he murmurs against my lips. “Tonight I’m going to break through every wall until you forget who you are, what you are, that you were ever anything but mine.” His mouth leaves my lips, and a moment later my nipple is warm and wet, leaving me struggling to breathe as he works his dark magic.
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Snowbound with the Billionaire is out Nov 13, 2017
Pre-order links are on Lili’s website HERE!
