Now that Mandy is his Property she's beginning to see the perks, all expenses paid designer clothes shopping sprees, lavish masquerade balls, and absolute protection. Her pussy has never been so wet before and rough sex with Justin has her reaching places she's never been. So why does she still want what she can't have? Her attraction to Brad is undeniable and her desire to please and submit to Justin is unbreakable - but can she can't be a sex toy for both men... can she?
Read on for a small taste of what's inside:
“Good. Unless I give you permission, you are not to be alone with another pack member,” he breathed, squeezing her tightly as he inhaled at our neck.
“O-okay,” she stammered.
“And you will let me fuck you whenever I see fit!” With that, Justin spun Mandy around so that he was behind her and she was facing his desk.
“Hands on the desk,” he growled, and Mandy obeyed, bending over so that her hands were pressing against the smooth, polished wood. With violent urgency, Justin reached around, undoing Mandy’s pants and yanking them down. Trying to keep up with Justin, she quickly stepped out of her pants so that she was only standing in her heels, thong and blouse.
Justin pushed her blouse up over her breasts where it remained, and then yanked her bra down, freeing both of her breasts. Her breasts bounced from their restraints and Justin groaned as each of his hands cupped her soft, supple mounds. Mandy groaned in response to Justin’s groping and kneading, his fingers deftly pulling at each of her hardened nipples, lengthening them. Justin pushed his body against Mandy’s ass, and she could feel his erection through the thin material of his pants.
Mandy could tell that there would not be much foreplay. Justin was rough and urgent, different than past experiences with him. He twisted her nipples, and Mandy winced with the pain; it was as if Justin was punishing her. He aggressively pushed his hand between her legs, his fingers hungrily grasping at her inner folds. Mandy’s body was already anticipating Justin, and she was slippery wet. Justin groaned appreciatively, and Mandy spread her legs further for her master.
“Yes,” Justin groaned and he skillfully undid his belt before pulling his fly down. Seconds later, Mandy heard his pants hit the floor and she could feel him pulling down his boxers behind her. Mandy panted with her desire. Her body hummed to life around Justin, even when he was angry and possibly vengeful. Mandy ached for Justin to fill her and she spread her legs further still in desperate need of Justin’s ready cock.
Justin took hold of her hair, snapping her head back, before pressing down on her back with his other hand. Forced to bend over, Mandy obeyed, and Justin ran his hand from her back down to her ass. He squeezed tightly in admiration, and then bent over Mandy’s back and brought his hot mouth to her ear.
“This fuck is for my pleasure only,” he said gruffly. Mandy could only nod, her desire and lust so great she was unable to speak.
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Published August 5, 2012
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.