Page 571 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
He groaned.
“In fact, I think you loved every second of it.”
His thumb pressed on the center of my throat. “On. Your. Knees.”
Well, I did promise him I would. I’d been a little bit of a tease. And I couldn’t violate Single Girl Rule #24: No blue balls allowed. Finish what you start.
But I also didn’t want to ruin this kidnapper roleplay by acting too eager.
“Make me,” I said.
He stepped forward, caging me in even more. His erection pressed against my stomach. “You have five seconds to get on your knees. Or I’ll spank you so hard that you won’t be able to sit down for days.”
Was that a threat? Because that just sounded amazing to me. I never sat down for long periods of time anyway…unless I was sitting on a big cock.
“You wouldn’t dare,” I said.
He grabbed the thin straps that were the only thing holding my dress together. And then he pulled. The tug spun me around so hard that the front of my hips slammed into the vanity. My dress fell to a puddle on the floor around my high heels.
The palm of his hand landed hard on my right ass cheek. This was why thong bikini bottoms were so good. Because you didn’t even have to get fully undressed to get a proper spanking. Justin must have known that when he designed my referee outfit. I couldn’t wait to see the other outfits he’d put together for me.
But right now I was much more focused on Ghostie spanking me.
Yes, I loved Justin and my Odegaard outfits. But I think maybe I loved Ghostie’s hands even more. Which was really saying something.
He spanked me again.
I’d already been wet. But the sting of his palm on my ass had me drenched. Each time my hips dug into the vanity I felt my pussy clench. Maybe I should have gotten on my knees. Because at least that way I could touch myself…
“On your knees,” Ghostie said from behind me. “Now.”
I turned around. But he was so close to me that there was really no room for me to follow his orders. So instead I grabbed his hand and lightly ran my tongue along his index finger before sinking the whole thing into my mouth.
“Fucking hell.” He grabbed me around the waist and hoisted me up on top of the vanity. Then with one strong tug, he ripped my bikini bottom in half and sunk all eight inches of his cock deep inside of me.
Oh God.I loved getting what I wanted.
His pace was relentless. Punishing. Exactly how I liked it.
I pushed the back of his shirt up so I could dig my fingernails into the muscles of his back.
He grunted as I scratched his skin.
I was pretty sure he loved when I marked him just as much as I loved him marking me. His fingers were digging into my hips so hard I was sure I’d have bruises. Perfect little Ghostie thumbprint bruises. They’d look so hot lining the edge of a colorful thong.
“Harder,” I moaned.
But I didn’t need to ask. Ghostie was already thrusting harder. He knew how greedy I got when he was deep inside of me.
It was like my body was starved for sex. Which made sense, because I’d been handing out blowjobs all morning instead of getting properly satisfied. And Ghostie definitely knew how to satisfy me.
His fingers dug harder into my hips, pulling me in to match his powerful thrusts. I came so fast, pulsing around his thick cock. “Ghostie.”
He groaned in response, slamming into me harder.
I tilted my head back and it hit the mirror.Ow.I smiled. This was the best sex I’d had in a small, confined space. So much better than having sex with Chad in Daddy’s fun jet. If you could even call it that. #HisDickIsMinscule.
Fuck.I was going to come again. And I wanted Ghostie to cum too. “Use me,” I panted, pretending he was my naughty kidnapper. “However you need me.” I spread my thighs farther apart. The angle had me moaning again.
