Solid: 2 1/2 (Twin Duo Book 3) Read Free

you’re going to do something else first. Get on the floor,” I demanded once again, fighting for the control.
    Sharp nails slid down my chest and over my thighs as she obeyed, sinking to the floor as she was told. Like a good little slut. I moved her hair to the side and ran a finger down her spine, watching her shudder from the chill. “Stay, don’t move,” I said while stroking her hair like a pet. My pet. Although I heard it loud and clear, I ignored the snort. She thought this was cute, that I was joking, but I was about to show her who was the boss.
    “Don’t move,” I said again when I found the contraption I had in mind. She hadn’t been subjected to this one yet, not that she remembered anyway. I grabbed my favorite crop and walked to the sitting area and plugged it in, situating it right in the middle of the floor. After I had pulled the little pin, I moved the arm to the elbow position, and tested it out. The eight-inch dildo moved out and in, just like it was supposed to.
    “Come,” I said with a quick snap, pointing to the fucking-machine that I paid a hell of a lot of money for. I stepped out of my shorts and stroked my cock, thrusting my hips while holding it at the base, a show for Gabriella. If she was a good little slut, I might let her suck it off.
    “What the hell is that thing?”
    I had to press down on her head when she tried to stand, coaxing her to move along with a couple pats to her ass. “Shhh, come here. I’m about to show you.”
    “I don’t know if I like this,” she confessed, and I almost broke. Almost.
    “Stop talking, Gabriella,” I warned with the leather crop, tapping her left hip with the tip when I wanted her to turn, positioning her for the ride. Lucky for me, she did it, causing euphoric surges of electricity to flood my body. She knelt in front of the toy on all fours, Gabriella backed up.
    “That’s it, baby, back your pussy up here,” I instructed as I moved to the floor with her, cock in hand. First I felt her pussy, checking for wetness. Old habit I assumed. She sure as hell didn’t need any help. Holy fuck . “Does that feel good, hmm?” I questioned as my fingers played with every inch of her. She moaned her approval as I shoved her head to the floor, leaving her hair spread over her eyes, and holding her hands behind her back. I backed off on the depth of the huge cock and positioned it over her clit before powering it on. An instant moan escaped her lips when the head glided back and forth over her throbbing nub, slippery from her own arousal.
    A simple little whimper echoed throughout the room, sending an exhilarated chill down my spine. Her hips backed up and circled, begging for more with erotic cries. I pumped my dick in my fist while watching her every move. Every sway of her hips, every sensual expression on her face, and every single moan. Unlike the last time I used the mechanical sex machine on her, she enjoyed it. No lubrication needed. I could have done this for at least twenty minutes before, fuck with her until I came in her mouth, but now I couldn’t. I wasn’t used to her being this way, so bold, and into kinky shit with me. It was a whole new high, watching her come, hearing her scream, and say my name while she came, not once, but twice. At least, I think it was twice. It could have been one long one, and she was merely riding out the waves. Nonetheless, I was ready to explode.
    As cocky as I was, I was no match to the lust saturating my entire existence. Something I wasn’t used to, but quickly learned to love. I didn’t want to torture her, I wanted to fuck her, right after I brought her to orgasm again. This time with my tongue. I had never in my life tasted such sweet nectar, and the way her body thrashed below my mouth was an added benefit.
    The shift in my train of thought was strange. I’m pretty sure I even frowned when I realized it. I didn’t even let the huge cock enter her. I let it stimulate her clit until she was