Page 188 of S is for SEX

Oh God.

“I said grab it. If you can’t grab it any harder than that, I’ll toss your little ass in the dirt and ride the fuck out of here. Now grab it,” he growled.

Staring straight ahead with my eyes closed, I squeezed his cock firm in my hand. It felt as if I were gripping a baseball bat.

“Now tell me just what it is you feel.” he said as he released my ear from his teeth.

“Progress?” I squeaked.

He released my jaw, spun me around, and stared into my eyes.

“You’re God damned right. That’s progress.”

“Now you want to know why that motherfuckers hard?”

I bit my lower lip and lowered my head.

“Because every time you stick your hands in your pockets and twist around like you’re some innocent little farm girl, it makes me want to fuck you. Bad. And for right now…”

He reached down and grabbed the rubber band.

Snap!

Snap!

Snap!

“For right now, I’m exercising patience,” he huffed. “Now, you got any more God damned questions?”

I shifted my gaze to meet his. My eyes now trained on his, I reached toward my left hand. As my fingers found the hair tie which was wrapped around my wrist, I pulled against it and released it sharply into my skin.

Snap!

Incapable of speaking, I simply stood and lightly shook my head.

Again, I pulled against the hair tie.

Snap!

Officially head over motherfucking heels, sir.

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