A Million Dirty Secrets by C. L. Parker Read Free Book Online Page B

doing the biting, but whatever. The point is that she’d never even given a goddamn blow job before. Really? I knew she was a virgin, but in my experience most virgins had at least done other things to get off without breaking the seal, so to speak.
    And the biggest indicator? That fucking smart mouth of hers.
    This was a business arrangement. It was fucked up and like nothing I’d ever done before, but it was a business arrangement nonetheless. I had every intention of abiding by my end of the contract, and I expected her to do the same.
    If I was being honest, though, her snarky attitude kind ofturned me on. I don’t think I could’ve gotten as hard with someone who was completely subservient to my every whim. She had fire and ice running through her veins, and she wasn’t going to make this easy for me.
    Which was exactly the thing that was going to make this even more exciting for me.
    I wasn’t normally an asshole, but I took business very seriously. Plus I was a horny motherfucker and she showed a lot of promise when I fucked her mouth into submission, even cupping my balls without having been told to do so. Teaching her to do things the way I like them, and watching her sexuality bud and flourish was going to be an awesome sight to behold. And I had a front-row seat.
    I shut the faucet off once the tub was full and went out to the bedroom. I pulled back the sheet and ran my hands over the creamy flesh of her ass. Technically, that was my ass now. She shifted a little in her sleep and her eyebrows puckered.
    “Delaine, it’s time to get up,” I said in a soft voice.
    “Hmm?” she murmured, but made no attempt to open her eyes.
    I leaned in close to her ear. “Get your ass up, or I’m going to ram my cock into it,” I said with more assertion and then ran the tip of my finger over her asshole, applying a bit of pressure to accentuate my point.
    She shot straight up out of bed then, looking dazed and confused until her eyes focused and she looked at me. I could see the moment that she realized where she was and why she was there. Her hair was a tousled mess of knots and tangles, and what little bit of eye makeup she wore was smudged under her eyes.
    “It’s time for my bath,” I told her.
    “So? What’s that got to do with me?” she snapped, plopping back onto the bed and covering herself with the sheet.
    And guess what that smart mouth did to me at that exact moment? That’s right. My cock became instant titanium.
    I picked up her tiny frame and hoisted her over my shoulder as I carried her toward the bathroom. She kicked her legs in protest and smacked at my naked ass, but little did she know she was only spurring me on.
    I tossed her into the bathtub and laughed when she landed with a thud. The water shot up and doused her hair, causing it to hang limply in her face. She looked like a drowned cat.
Mmm … wet pussy
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    “What the hell did you do that for?” she shrieked, smacking her hair back.
    “Because you’re going to bathe me and I don’t want to hear any mouth about it,” I answered, getting into the tub as well.
    She tried to move away from me, but I grabbed her forearms and pulled her to straddle my lap instead. My dick was wedged between us and she gasped when she realized I was already hard for her.
    “There now. This,” I said, pushing up so that she could feel my length, “feels so much better. Wouldn’t you agree?”
    She seethed. “I really hate you.”
    “I really don’t care,” I retorted. “Now, wash my hair, and do try to be sensual about it.”
    She huffed but grabbed the bottle of shampoo anyway. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the feeling of her hot little pussy perched over my throbbing hardness as she massaged myscalp with her fingers. I noticed she was scraping her nails into my skin, probably to try to deter me from wanting her to do this ever again, but it only had the opposite effect.
    I fucking loved the rough stuff, and she wasn’t even scratching the